Now Rhodes is yok'd, and stoops to Soliman; There lies the governor, and there his son: now let Their souls tell sorry tidings to their ancestors, What millions of men opprest with ruin and scathe The Turkish armies did in Christendom. What say these pris'ners? will they turn Turk or no? JULIO. First Julio will die ten thousand deaths. GUELPIO. And Guelpio, rather than deny his Christ. BRUSOR. Then stab the slaves, and send their souls to hell. [_They stab_ JULIO _and_ GUELPIO. BASILISCO. I turn, I turn; O, save my life, I turn. BRUSOR. Forbear to hurt him: when we land in Turkey, He shall be circumcis'd, and have his rites. BASILISCO. Think you I turn Turk for fear of servile death? That's but a sport: i' faith, sir, no; 'Tis for Perseda, whom I love so well, That I would follow her, though she went to hell. BRUSOR. Now for these ladies: their life's privilege Hangs on their beauty; they shall be preserved To be presented to great Soliman, The greatest honour fortune could afford. PERSEDA. The most dishonour that could e'er befall. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ CHORUS. LOVE. Now, Fortune, what hast thou done in this latter Passage? FORTUNE. I plac'd Erastus in the favour Of Soliman the Turkish emperor. LOVE. Nay, that was Love, for I couched myself In poor Erastus' eye, and with a look, O'erspread with tears, bewitched Soliman: Beside, I sat on valiant Brusor's tongue To guide the praises of the Rhodian[412] knight; Then in the ladies' passions I show'd my power: And lastly, Love made Basilisco's tongue To countercheck his heart by turning Turk, And save his life, in spite of Death's despite. DEATH. How chanc'd[413] it then, that Love and Fortune's power Could neither save Philippo nor his son, Nor Guelpio, nor Signior Julio, Nor rescue Rhodes from out the hands of Death? FORTUNE. Why, Brusor's victory was Fortune's gift. DEATH. But had I slept, his conquest had been small. LOVE. Wherefore stay we? there's more behind, Which proves that, though Love wink, Love's not stark blind. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: