een my daughter, I am sure.
How do you like her? What says she to you?

PETER PLOD-ALL.
Faith, I like her well, and I have broken my mind to her, and she would
say neither ay nor no. But, thank God, sir, we parted good friends, for
she let me kiss her hand, and bad, _Farewell, Peter_, and therefore I
think I am like enough to speed. How think you, Master Churms?

CHURMS.
Marry, I think so too, for she did show no token of any dislike of your
motion, did she?

PETER PLOD-ALL.
No, not a whit, sir.

CHURMS.
Why then, I warrant ye, for we hold in our law that, _idem est non
apparere et non esse_.

GRIPE.
Master Churms, I pray you, do so much as call my daughter hither. I will
make her sure here to Peter Plod-all, and I'll desire you to be a
witness.

CHURMS.
With all my heart, sir. [_Exit_ CHURMS.

GRIPE.
Before God, neighbour, this same Master Churms is a very good lawyer,
for, I warrant, you cannot speak anything, but he has law for it _ad
unguem_.

PLOD-ALL.
Marry, even the more joy on him, and he's one that I am very much
beholding to: but here comes your daughter.

_Enter_ CHURMS, LELIA, _and_ NURSE.

LELIA.
Father, did you send for me?

GRIPE.
Ay, wench, I did. Come hither, Lelia; give me thy hand. Master Churms,
I pray you, bear witness, I here give Lelia to Peter Plod-all. [_She
plucks away her hand_.] How now?

NURSE.
She'll none, she thanks you, sir.

GRIPE.
Will she none? Why, how now, I say? What, you puling, peevish thing, you
untoward baggage, will you not be ruled by your father? Have I taken
care to bring you up to this, and will you do as you list? Away, I say;
hang, starve, beg; begone, pack, I say; out of my sight! Thou never
gettest pennyworth of my goods for this. Think on't, I do not use to
jest. Begone, I say; I will not hear thee speak.

[_Exeunt_ LELIA _and_ NURSE.

CHURMS.
I pray you, sir, patient yourself; she's young.

GRIPE.
I hold my life, this beggarly scholar hankers about her still, makes her
so untoward. But I'll home; I'll set her a harder task. I'll keep her
in, and look to her a little better than I ha' done. I'll make her have
little mind of gadding, I warrant her. Come, neighbour, send your son to
my house, for he's welcome thither, and shall be welcome; and I'll make
Lelia bid him welcome too, ere I ha' done with her. Come, Peter, follow
us.
[_Exeunt all but_ CHURMS.

CHURNS.
Why, this is excellent: better an