CHURMS.
Thou promis'dst love, now seal it with a kiss.
FORTUNATUS.
Nay, soft, sir; your mark is at the fairest.
Forswear her love, and seal it with a kiss
Upon the burnish'd splendour of this blade,
Or it shall rip the entrails of thy peasant heart.
SOPHOS.
Nay, let me do it, that's my part.
CHURMS.
You wrong me much, to rob me of my love.
SOPHOS.
Avaunt, base braggard! Lelia's mine.
CHURMS.
She lately promis'd love to me.
FORTUNATUS.
Peace, night-raven, peace! I'll end this controversy.
Come, Lelia, stand between them both,
As equal judge to end this strife:
Say which of these shall have thee to his wife.
I can devise no better way than this.
Now choose thy love, and greet him with a kiss.
LELIA. My choice is made, and here it is. [She kisses Sophos.
SOPHOS.
See here the mirror of true constancy,
Whose steadfast love deserves a prince's worth.
LELIA.
Master Churms, are you not well?
I must confess I would have chosen you,
But that I ne'er beheld your legs till now;
Trust me, I never look'd so low before.