SOPHOS.
Sure, he's no man, but an incarnate devil,
Whose ugly shape bewrays his monstrous mind.
FORTUNATUS.
And if he be a devil, I am sure he's gone:
But Churms the lawyer will be here anon,
And with him comes my sister Lelia;
'Tis he I am sure you look for.
SOPHOS.
Nay, she it is that I expect so long.
FORTUNATUS.
Then sit we down, until we hear more news,
This but a prologue to our play ensues.
[They sit down.
Enter CHURMS and LELIA.
But see where Churms and Lelia comes along:
He walks as stately as the great baboon.
Zounds, he looks as though his mother were a midwife.
SOPHOS.
Now, gentle Jove, great monarch of the world,
Grant good success unto my wand'ring hopes.
CHURMS.
Now Phoebus' silver eye is drench'd in western deep,
And Luna 'gins to show her splendent rays,
And all the harmless quiristers of woods
Do take repose, save only Philomel;
Whose heavy tunes do evermore record
With mournful lays the losses of her love.
Thus far, fair love, we pass in secret sort
Beyond the compass of thy father's bounds,
Whilst he on down-soft bed securely sleeps,
And not so much as dreams of our depart
The dangers pass'd, now think on nought but love;
I'll be thy dear, be thou my heart's delight.
SOPHOS.
Nay, first I'll send thy soul to coal-black night. [Aside.]