CHURMS.
I know, you use to look aloft.
LELIA.
Yet not so high as your crown.
CHURMS.
What, if you had?
LELIA.
Faith, I should ha' spied but a calf's head.
CHURMS.
Zounds, cosen'd of the wench, and scoff'd at too!
'Tis intolerable; and shall I lose her thus?
How it mads me, that I brought not my sword
And buckler with me.
FORTUNATUS.
What, are you in your sword-and-buckler terms?
I'll put you out of that humour.
There, Lelia sends you that by me,
And that, to recompense your love's desires;
And that, as payment for your well-earn'd hire. [Beats him.
Go, get thee gone, and boast of Lelia's love.
CHURMS.
Where'er I go, I'll leave with her my curse,
And rail on you with speeches vild.
FORTUNATUS.
A crafty knave was never so beguil'd.
Now Sophos' hopes have had their lucky haps,
And he enjoys the presence of his love:
My vow's perform'd, and I am full reveng'd
Upon this hell-bred race of cursed imps.
Now rests nought but my father's free consent,
To knit the knot that time can ne'er untwist,
And that, as this, I likewise will perform.
No sooner shall Aurora's pearled dew
O'erspread the mantled earth with silver drops,
And Phoebus bless the orient with a blush,
To chase black night to her deformed cell,
But I'll repair unto my father's house,
And never cease with my enticing words,
To work his will to knit this Gordian knot:
Till when I'll leave you to your am'rous chat.
Dear friend, adieu; fair sister, too, farewell:
Betake yourselves unto some secret place,
Until you hear from me how things fall out.
[Exit FORTUNATUS.
SOPHOS.
We both do wish a fortunate good-night.
LELIA.
And pray the gods to guide thy steps aright.