?

CHURMS.
Marry, thus, sir: I am of late grown passing familiar with Master Gripe;
and for Plod-all, he takes me for his second self. Now, sir, I'll fit
myself to the old crummy churls' humours, and make them believe I'll
persuade Lelia to marry Peter Plod-all, and so get free access to the
wench at my pleasure. Now, o' the other side, I'll fall in with the
scholar, and him I'll handle cunningly too; I'll tell him that Lelia has
acquainted me with her love to him, and for
Because her father much suspects the same,
He mews her up as men do mew their hawks;
And so restrains her from her Sophos' sight.
I'll say, because she doth repose more trust
Of secrecy in me than in another man,
In courtesy she hath requested me
To do her kindest greetings to her love.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
An excellent device, i' faith!

CHURMS.
Ay, sir, and by this means I'll make a very gull of my fine Diogenes: I
shall know his secrets even from the very bottom of his heart. Nay more,
sir; you shall see me deal so cunningly, that he shall make me an
instrument to compass his desire; when, God knows, I mean nothing less.
_Qui dissimulare nescit, nescit vivere_.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
Why, this will be sport alone; but what would you have me do in this
action?

CHURMS.
Marry, as I play with th'one hand, play you with t'other. Fall you
aboard with Peter Plod-all; make him believe you'll work miracles, and
that you have a powder will make Lelia love him. Nay, what will he not
believe, and take all that comes? you know my mind: and so we'll make a
gull of the one and a goose of the other. And if we can invent any
device to bring the scholar in disgrace with her, I do not doubt but
with your help to creep between the bark and the tree, and get Lelia
myself.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
Tush! man. I have a device in my head already to do that. But they say
her brother Fortunatus loves him dearly.

CHURMS.
Tut! he's out of the country; he follows the drum and the flag. He may
chance to be killed with a double cannon before he come home again. But
what's your device?

ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
Marry, I'll do this: I'll frame an indictment against Sophos in manner
and form of a rape, and the next law-day you shall prefer it, that so
Lelia may loath him, her father still deadly hate him, and the young
gallant her brother utterly forsake him.

CHURMS.
But how shall we prove it?

ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
Zounds, we'll hire some strumpet or other to be sworn against h