CHURMS. We are horribly haunted: our behaviour is so beastly, that we are grown loathsome; our craft gets us nought but knocks.
ROBIN GOODFELLOW.
What course shall we take now?
CHURMS. Faith, I cannot tell: let's e'en run our country; for here's no staying for us.
ROBIN GOODFELLOW. Faith, agreed: let's go into some place where we are not known, and there set up the art of knavery with the second edition.
[Exeunt.
Enter GRIPE solus.
GRIPE. Every one tells me I look better than I was wont: my heart's lightened, and my spirits are revived. Why, methinks I am e'en young again. It joys my heart that this same peevish girl, my daughter, will be ruled at the last yet; but I shall never be able to make Master Churms amends for the great pains he hath taken.
Enter NURSE.
NURSE.
Master, now out upon's. Well-a-day! we are all undone.
GRIPE.
Undone! what sudden accident hath chanced? Speak! what's the matter?