GRIPE. My daughter's mine to command; have I not brought her up to this? She shall have him. I'll rule the roost for that. I'll give her pounds and crowns, gold and silver. I'll weigh her down in pure angel gold. Say, man, is't a match? PLOD-ALL. Faith, I agree. CHURMS. But, sir, if you give your daughter so large a dowry, you'll have some part of his land conveyed to her by jointure? GRIPE. Yes, marry, that I will, and we'll desire your help for conveyance. PLOD-ALL. Ay, good Master Churms, and you shall be very well contented for your pains. WILL CRICKET. Ay, marry; that's it he looked for all this while. [_Aside_. CHURMS. Sir, I will do the best I can. WILL CRICKET. But, landlord, I can tell you news, i' faith. There is one Sophos, a brave gentleman; he'll wipe your son Peter's nose of Mistress Lelia. I can tell you, he loves her well. GRIPE. Nay, I trow. WILL CRICKET. Yes, I know, for I am sure I saw them close together at poop-noddy in her closet. GRIPE. But I am sure she loves him not. WILL CRICKET. Nay, I dare take it on my death she loves him, for he's a scholar, and 'ware scholars! they have tricks for love, i' faith; for with a little logic and _Pitome colloquium_ they'll make a wench do anything. Landlord, pray ye, be not angry with me for speaking my conscience. In good faith, your son Peter's a very clown to him. Why, he's as fine a man as a wench can see in a summer's day. GRIPE. Well, that shall not serve his turn; I'll cross him, I warrant ye. I am glad I know it. I have suspected it a great while. Sophos! Why, what's Sophos? a base fellow. Indeed he has a good wit, and can speak well. He's a scholar, forsooth--one that hath more wit than money--and I like not that; he may beg, for all that. Scholars! why, what are scholars without money? PLOD-ALL. Faith, e'en like puddings without suet. GRIPE. Come, neighbour, send your son to my house, for he shall be welcome to me, and my daughter shall entertain him kindly. What? I can and will rule Lelia. Come, let's in; I'll discharge Sophos from my house presently. [_Exit_ GRIPE, PLOD-ALL, _and_ CHURMS. WILL CRICKET.