How looks she, prithee?

_Fath_. Marry, for all the world like a dripping-wet cambric
handkerchief! She has no colour nor strength in her; and does nothing
but weep--poor lady!

_Helen_. Tell me again what said she to thee?

_Fath_. She offered me all she was mistress of to take the letter to
Master Clifford. She drew her purse from her pocket--the ring from her
finger--she took her very earrings out of her ears--but I was forbidden,
and refused. And now I'm sorry for it! Poor lady!

_Helen_. Thou shouldst be sorry. Thou hast a hard heart, Fathom.

_Fath_. I, madam! My heart is as soft as a woman's. You should have
seen me when I came out of her chamber--poor lady!

_Helen_. Did you cry?

_Fath_. No; but I was as near it as possible. I a hard heart! I would
do anything to serve her, poor sweet lady!

_Helen_. Will you take her letter, asks she you again?

_Fath_. No--I am forbid.

_Helen_. Will you help Master Clifford to an interview with her?

_Fath_. No--Master Walter would find it out.

_Helen_. Will you contrive to get me into her chamber?

_Fath_. No--you would be sure to bring me into mischief.

_Helen_. Go to! You would do nothing to serve her. You a soft heart!
You have no heart at all! You feel not for her!

_Fath_. But I tell you I do--and good right I have to feel for her. I
have been in love myself.

_Helen_. With your dinner!

_Fath_. I would it had been! My pain would soon have been over, and at
little cost. A fortune I squandered upon
her!--trinkets--trimmings--treatings--what swallowed up the revenue of a
whole year! Wasn't I in love? Six months I courted her, and a dozen
crowns all but one did I disburse for her in that time! Wasn't I in
love? An hostler--a tapster--and a constable, courted her at the same
time, and I offered to cudgel the whole three of them for her! Wasn't I
in love?

_Helen_. You are a valiant man, Fathom.

_Fath_. Am not I? Walks not the earth the man I am afraid of.

_Helen_. Fear you not Master Walter?

_Fath_. No.

_Helen_. You do!

_Fath_. I don't!

_Helen_. I'll prove it to you. You see him breaking your young
mistress's heart, and have not the manhood to stand by her.

_Fath_. What could I do for her?

_Helen_. Let her out of prison. It were the act of a man.

_Fath_. That man am I!

_Helen_. Well said, brave Fathom!

_Fath_. But my place!

_Helen_. I'll provide thee with a better one