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.

SOPHOS.
Now come, fair Lelia, let's betake ourselves
Unto a little hermitage hereby,
And there to live obscured from the world,
Till fates and fortune call us thence away,
To see the sunshine of our nuptial day.
See how the twinkling stars do hide their borrow'd shine,
As half-asham'd their lustre is so stain'd
By Lelia's beauteous eyes, that shine more bright
Than twinkling stars do in a winter's night--
In such a night did Paris win his love.

LELIA.
In such a night Aeneas prov'd unkind.

SOPHOS.
In such a night did Troilus court his dear.

LELIA.
In such a night fair Phillis was betray'd.

SOPHOS.
I'll prove as true as ever Troilus was.

LELIA.
And I as constant as Penelope.

SOPHOS.
Then let us solace, and in love's delight
And sweet embracings spend the livelong night;
And whilst love mounts her on her wanton wings,
Let descant run on music's silver strings.

[_Exeunt_.

A SONG.

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