PLOD-ALL.
What wouldst ha' done?
WILL CRICKET.
I would have had a snatch at you, that I would.
CHURMS.
What, art a dog?
WILL CRICKET.
No; if I had been a dog, I would ha' snapped off your nose ere this, and so I should have cosened the devil of a maribone.
GRIPE.
Come, come: let me end this controversy. Prythee, go thy ways in, and bid the boy bring in a cup of sack here for my friends.
WILL CRICKET.
Would you have a sack, sir?
GRIPE.
Away, fool: a cup of sack to drink.
WILL CRICKET.
O, I had thought you would have had a sack to have put this law-cracking cogfoist in, instead of a pair of stocks.
GRIPE.
Away, fool; get thee in, I say.
WILL CRICKET.
Into the buttery, you mean?
GRIPE.
I prythee, do.
WILL CRICKET.
I'll make your hogshead of sack rue that word. [_Aside. Exit_.]
GRIPE.
Neighbour Plod-all, I sent a letter to you by Master Churms; how like you of the motion?
PLOD-ALL.
Marry, I like well of the motion. My son, I tell you, is e'en all the stay I have, and all my care is to have him take one that hath something, for, as the world goes now, if they have nothing, they may beg. But I doubt he's too simple for your daughter; for I have brought him up hardly, with brown bread, fat bacon, puddings, and souse; and, by'r Lady, we think it good fare too.
GRIPE.
Tush, man! I care not for that. You ha' no more children; you'll make him your heir, and give him your lands, will you not?
PLOD-ALL.
Yes; he's e'en all I have; I have nobody else to bestow it upon.
GRIPE.
You say well.
_Enter_ WILL CRICKET _and a boy, with wine and a napkin_.
WILL CRICKET.
Nay, hear you; drink, afore you bargain.
GRIPE.
Mass, and 'tis a good motion. Boy, fill some wine, [_He fills them wine, and gives them the napkin_.] Here, neighbour and Master Churms, I drink to you.
BOTH.
We thank you, sir.
WILL CRICKET.
Lawyer, wipe clean. Do you remember?
CHURMS.
Remember? why?
WILL CRICKET.
Why, since you know when.
CHURMS.
Since when?
WILL CRICKET.
Why, since you were bumbasted, that your lubberly legs would not carry your lobcock body; when you made an infusion of your stinking excrements in your stalking implements. O, you were plaguy frayed, and foully rayed--
GRIPE.
Prythee, peace, Will! Neighbour Plod-all, what say you to this match?
shall it go forward?
PLOD-ALL.
Sir, that must be as our children like. For my son, I think I can rule him; marry, I doubt your daughter will hardly like of him; for, God wot, he's very simple.
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.