_Helen_. Most like! Mark him as he comes up the avenue; So looks a clerk! A clerk has such a gait! So does a clerk dress, Julia!--mind his hose-- They're very like a clerk's! a diamond loop And button, note you, for his clerkship's hat,-- O, certainly a clerk! A velvet cloak, Jerkin of silk, and doublet of the same,-- For all the world a clerk! See, Julia, see, How Master Walter bows, and yields him place, That he may first go in--a very clerk! I'll learn of thee, love, when I'd know a clerk! _Julia_. I wonder who he is! _Helen_. Wouldst like to know? Wouldst for a fancy ride to town with him? I prophesy he comes to take thee thither! _Julia_. He ne'er takes me to town! No, Helen, no! To town who will, a country life for me! _Helen_. We'll see! [Enter FATHOM.] _Fath_. You're wanted, madam. _Julia_. [Embarrassed.] Which of us? _Fath_. You, madam. _Helen_. Julia! what's the matter? Nay, Mount not the rose so soon! He must not see it A month hence. 'Tis loves flower, which once she wears, The maid is all his own. _Julia_. Go to! _Helen_. Be sure He comes to woo thee! He will bear thee hence; He'll make thee change the country for the town. _Julia_. I'm constancy. Name he the town to me, I'll tell what I think on't! _Helen_. Then you guess He comes a wooing? _Julia_. I guess nought. _Helen_. You do! At your grave words, your lips, more honest, smile, And show them to be traitors. Hie to him. _Julia_. Hie thee to soberness. [Goes out.] _Helen_. Ay, will I, when, Thy bridemaid, I shall hie to church with thee. Well, Fathom, who is come? _Fath_. I know not. _Helen_. What! Didst thou not hear his name? _Fath_. I did. _Helen_. What is't? _Fath_. I noted not. _Helen_. What hast thou ears for, then? _Fath_. What good were it for me to mind his name? I do but what I must do. To do that Is labour quite enough! _Wal_. [Without.] What, Fathom! _Fath_. Here. _Wal_. [Entering.] Here, sirrah! Wherefore didst not come to me? _Fath_. You did not bid me come. _Wal_. I called thee. _Fath_. Yes. And I said "Here;" and waited then to know Your worship's will with me. _Wal_. We go to town. Thy mistress, thou, and all the house. _Fath_. Well, sir? _Wal_. Mak'st thou not ready then to go to town? Hence, knave, despatch! [FATHOM goes out.] _Helen_. Go we to town? _Wal_. We do; 'Tis now her father's will she sees the town. _Helen_. I'm glad on't. Goes she to her father? _Wal_. No: At the desire of thine she for a term shares roof with thee. _Helen_. I'm very glad on't. _Wal_. What! You like her, then? I thought you would. 'Tis time She sees the town. _Helen_. It has been time for that These six years. _Wal_. By thy wisdom's count. No doubt You've told her what a precious place it is. _Helen_. I have.