Lid. You know Sir, the cause that brings s hither.
Cla. There needs no more discoursing,
No time, nor place for repetition now.
Lid. Let our swords argue, and I wish Clarange,
The proud Olinda saw us.
Cla. Would she did;
What ever estimation she holds of me,
She should behold me like a man fight for her.
Lid. 'Tis nobly said; set on love; and my fortune—
Cla. The same for me, come home brave Lidian,
'Twas manly thrust, this token to the Lady,
Ye have it Sir, deliver it, take breath,
I see ye bleed apace, ye shall have fair play.
Enter Lisander.
Lis. You must lye there a while, I cannot help you.
Lid. Nay, then my fortune's gone, I know I must dye:
Yet dearly will I sell my love, come on both,
And use your fortunes, I expect no favour;
Weak as I am, my confidence shall meet ye.
Cla. Yield up your cause and live.