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How now sirrah, what make you here, with all that timber in your neck? Timber? Sounds, I think he be a witch, How knew he this were Timber? Mass I'll speak him fair, and get out on's company: for I am afraid on him. Speak man, what art afraid? what makest here? A poor fellow Sir, ha' been drinking two or three pots of ale at an alehouse, and ha' lost my way Sir. O, nay then I see thou art a good fellow, Seest thou not Master Churms the Lawer today? No Sir, would you speak with him. I marry would I. If I see him, I'll tell him you would speak with him. Nay, prithee stay, who wilt thou tell him would speak with him? Marry you Sir. ay, who am I? Faith Sir I know not. If thou seest him, tell him Robin Goodfellow would speak with him. O I will Sir. Mas, the fellow was afraid, I play the Bugbear wheresoe'er I come, And make them all afraid, But here comes Master Churms. Fellow Robin, God save you, I have been seeking for you in every Alehouse, in the Town. What, Master Churms? What's the best news abroad? 'tis long since I see you. Faith little news: but yet I am glad I have met with you. I have a matter to impart to you, wherein you may stand me in some stead, and make a good benefit to yourself: if we can deal cunningly, 'twill be worth a double fee to you, (by the Lord.) A double fee? speak man, what be't? If it be to betray mine own father, I'll do't for half a fee: And for cunning let me alone. Why, then this it is. Here is Master Gripe hard by, a Client of mine, a man of mighty wealth, who has but one daughter, her Dowry is her weight in gold. Now Sir, this old penny father would marry her, to one Peter Ploddall, rich Ploddall's son and heir. Whom though his father means to leave very rich, Yet he's a very Idiot and brown bread Clown: And one I know the wench does deadly hate, And though their friends have given their full consent, And both agreed on this unequal match. Yet I know that Lelia will never marry him: But there's another rival, in her love, one Sophos, And he's a Scholar, One whom I think fair Lelia dearly loves, But her Father hates him as he hates a toad, For he's in want, and Gripe gapes after gold, And still relies upon the old said Saw; Si nihil attuleris etc. And wherein can I do you good in this?
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How now ſirra, what make you here, with all that timber in your necke? Timber? Sounds, I thinke he be a witch, How knew he this were Timber? Mas Ile ſpeake him faire, and get out ons companie: for I am afraid on him. Speake man, what art afraid? what makeſt here? A poore fellow Sir, ha bin drinking two or three pots of ale at an alehouſe, and ha loſt my way Sir▪ O, nay then I ſee thou art a good fellow▪ Seeſt thou not Maſter Churms the Lawer to day? No Sir, would you ſpeake with him. I marrie would I. If I ſee him, Ile tell him you would ſpeake with him. Nay, prithee ſtay, who wilt thou tell him would ſpeake with him? Marrie you Sir. I, who am I? Faith Sir I know not. If thou ſeeſt him, tell him Robin Goodfellow wold ſpeake with him. O▪ I will Sir. Mas, the fellow was afraid, I play the Bugbeare whereſoere I come, And make them al afraid, But here comes Maſter Churms. Fellow Robin, God ſaue you, I haue beene ſeeking for you in euerie Ale-houſe, in the Towne. What, Maſter Churms? Whats the beſt newes abroad? tis long ſince I ſee you. Faith little newes: but yet I am glad I haue met with you. I haue a matter to impart to you, wherein you may ſtand me in ſome ſtead, and make a good benefit to yourſelfe: if we can deale cunningly, twill be worth a double fee to you, (by the Lord.) A double fee? ſpeakeman, what iſt? If it be to betray mine owne father, Ile doot for halfe a fee: And for cunning let me alone. Why, then this it is. Here is Maſter Gripe hard by, a Clyent of mine, a man of mightie wealth, who has but one daughter, her Dowrie is her waight in gold. Now Sir, this old penny father would marry her, to one Peter Ploddall, rich Ploddalls ſonne and heire. Whom though his father meanes to leaue verie rich, Yet hees a verie Idiot and Browne bread Clowne: And one I know the wench does deadly hate, And though their friends haue giuen their full conſent, And both agreed on this vnequall match. Yet I know that Lelia wil neuer marrie him: But theres another riuall, in hir loue, one Sophos, And hees a Scholler, One whom I thinke faire Lelia dearely loues, But hir Father hates him as he hates a toad, For hees in want, and Gripe gapes after golde, And ſtill relies vpon the olde ſayd Saw; Si nihil attuleris &c. And wherein can I doe you good in this?