And is she link'd in liking with my foe? PISTON. That's because you were out of the way. BASILISCO. O wicked Turk, for to steal her hence! PISTON. O wicked turncoat, that would have her stay! BASILISCO. The truth is, I will be a Turk no more. PISTON. And I fear thou wilt never prove good Christian. BASILISCO. I will after to take revenge. PISTON. And I'll stay here about my master's business. BASILISCO. Farewell, Constantinople; I will to Rhodes. [_Exit._ PISTON. Farewell, counterfeit fool! God send him good shipping: 'tis nois'd about that Brusor Is sent to fetch my master back again; I cannot be well, till I hear the rest of the news, Therefore I'll about it straight. [_Exit._ _Enter_ CHORUS. LOVE. Now, Fortune, what hast thou done in this latter act? FORTUNE. I brought Perseda to the presence Of Soliman, the Turkish Emperor, And gave Lucina into Brusor's hands. LOVE. And first I stang them with consenting love; And made great Soliman, sweet beauty's thrall, Humble himself at fair Perseda's feet, And made him praise love and captive beauty. Again I made him to recall his passions, And give Perseda to Erastus' hands, And after make repentance of the deed. FORTUNE. Meantime, I fill'd Erastus' sails with wind, And brought him home unto his native land. DEATH. And I suborn'd Brusor with envious rage To counsel Soliman to slay his friend. Brusor is sent to fetch him back again. Mark well what follows; for the history Proves me chief actor in this tragedy. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [414] [Old copy, _Lives paralise_.] [415] [A common proverb.] [416] [In the last edition of Nares, the present passage is cited for this rare word. The sense is obviously _winced_.] [417] He means to say, _beso los manos_. [418] [Old copies, _but pistol-proof_.] ACT V. _Enter_ ERASTUS _and_ PERSEDA. ERASTUS. Perseda, these days are our days of joy: What could I more desire than thee to wife? And that I have: or than to govern Rhodes? And that I do, thanks to great Soliman. PERSEDA. And thanks to gracious heav'ns, that so Brought Soliman from worse to better; For though I never told it thee till now, His heart was purpos'd once to do thee wrong.