Ferdinando.
Marry, thrice happy is Perseda's chance,
To have so brave a champion to her 'squire.
Basilisco.
Her 'squire? her knight! and whoso else denies.
Shall feel the rigour of my sword and lance.
Ferdinando.
O, sir, not I.
Lucina.
Here is none but friends; yet let me challenge you.
For gracing me with a malignant style,
That I was fairest, and yet Perseda fairer;
We ladies stand upon our beauties much.
Perseda.
Herein, Lucina, let me buckler him.