My sweet Perseda! BASILISCO. Peace, infant; thou blasphemest. [_Exeunt_ ERASTUS _and_ PERSEDA. PISTON. You are deceived, sir; he swore not. BASILISCO. I tell thee, jester, he did worse; he call'd that lady his. PISTON. Jester! _O extempore, O flores._[392] BASILISCO. O harsh, uneducate, illiterate peasant! Thou abusest the phrase of the Latin. PISTON. By God's fish, friend, take you the Latin's part, I'll abuse you too. BASILISCO. What, _sance_ dread of our indignation? PISTON. _Sance?_ what language is that? I think thou art a word-maker by thine occupation. BASILISCO. Ay? termest thou me of an occupation? Nay, then, this fiery humour of choler is suppress'd By the thought of love. Fair lady---- PISTON. Now, by my troth, she is gone. BASILISCO. Ay? hath the infant transported her hence? He saw my anger figured in my brow, And at his best advantage stole away; But I will follow for revenge. PISTON. Nay, but hear you, sir; I must talk with you, before you go. [PISTON _gets on his back, and pulls him down_. BASILISCO. O, if thou be'st magnanimous, come before me. PISTON. Nay, if thou be'st a right warrior, get from under me. BASILISCO. What, wouldst thou have me a Typhon, To bear up Pelion or Ossa? PISTON. Typhon me no Typhons, But swear upon my dudgeon-dagger, Not to go, till I give thee leave; But stay with me, and look upon the tilters. BASILISCO. O, thou seekest thereby to dim my glory. PISTON. I care not for that; wilt thou not swear? BASILISCO. O, I swear, I swear. [_He sweareth him on his dagger._ PISTON. By the contents of this blade,-- BASILISCO. By the contents of this blade,-- PISTON. I, the aforesaid Basilisco,-- BASILISCO. I, the aforesaid Basilisco,-- Knight, good fellow; knight, knight. PISTON. Knave, good fellow; knave, knave: Will not offer to go from the side of Piston,-- BASILISCO. Will not offer to go from the side of Piston,--