Get you away, sirrah, I advise you, Meddle with no chains of mine. [_Exit_ CRIER. You paltry knave, how durst thou be so bold To cry the chain, when I bid thou shouldst not? Did I not bid thee only underhand Make privy inquiry for it through the town, Lest public rumour might advertise her, Whose knowledge were to me a second death? PISTON. Why, would you have me run up and down the town, And my shoes are done? ERASTUS. What you want in shoes, I'll give you in blows. [_Beats him._ PISTON. I pray you, sir, hold your hands, And as I am an honest man, I'll do the best I can to find your chain. [_Exit._ PISTON. ERASTUS. Ah, treacherous fortune! enemy to love, Didst thou advance me for my greater fall? In dallying war I lost my chiefest peace; In hunting after praise I lost my love, And in love's shipwreck will my life miscarry. Take thou the honour, and give me the chain, Wherein was link'd the sum of my delight. When she deliver'd me the carcanet, Keep it, quoth she, as thou wouldst keep myself. I kept it not, and therefore she is lost; And lost with her is all my happiness; And loss of happiness is worse than death. Come therefore, gentle death, and ease my grief. Cut short what malice Fortune misintends; But stay a while, good death, and let me live; Time may restore what Fortune took from me: Ah, no! great losses seldom are restored. What, if my chain shall never be restored? My innocence shall clear my negligence. Ah, but my love is ceremonious, And looks for justice at her lover's hand: Within forc'd furrows of her clouding brow, As storms that fall amid a sunshine day, I read her just desires and my decay. [_Exit._ _Enter_ SOLIMAN, HALEB, AMURATH, _and_ _Janissaries_. SOLIMAN.