Enter CHURMS and SOPHOS.
CHURMS. Why, look ye, sir; by the Lord, I can but wonder at her father; he knows you to be a gentleman of good bringing up, and though your wealth be not answerable to his, yet, by heavens, I think you are worthy to do far better than Lelia—yet I know she loves you dearly.
SOPHOS.
The great Tartarian emperor, Tamar Cham,
Joy'd not so much in his imperial crown,
As Sophos joys in Lelia's hoped-for love,
Whose looks would pierce an adamantine heart,
And makes the proud beholders stand at gaze,
To draw love's picture from her glancing eye.
CHURMS.
And I will stretch my wits unto the highest strain,
To further Sophos in his wish'd desires.
SOPHOS.
Thanks, gentle sir.
But truce awhile; here comes her father.
Enter GRIPE.
I must speak a word or two with him.
CHURMS.
Ay, he'll give you your answer, I warrant ye. [Aside.
SOPHOS.
God save you, sir.
GRIPE. O Master Sophos, I have longed to speak with you a great while. I hear you seek my daughter Lelia's love. I hope you will not seek to dishonest me, nor disgrace my daughter.