Alas, how can he but be short, whose tongue Is fast tied with galling sorrow? Farewell, Perseda; no more but that for her: Inconstant Soliman, no more but that for him: Unfortunate Erastus, no more but that for me: Lo, this is all; and thus I leave to speak. [_Then they strangle him._ PISTON. Marry, sir, this is A fair warning for me to get me gone. [_Exit_ PISTON. SOLIMAN. O, save his life, if it be possible; I will not lose him for my kingdom's worth. Ah, poor Erastus! art thou dead already? What bold presumer durst be so resolved For to bereave Erastus' life from him, Whose life to me was dearer than mine own? Was't thou? and thou?--Lord Marshal, bring them hither; And at Erastus' hand let them receive The stroke of death, whom they have spoil'd of life. What, is thy hand too weak? then mine shall help To send them down to everlasting night, To wait upon thee through eternal shade; Thy soul shall not go mourning hence alone: Thus die, and thus; for thus you murther'd him. [_Then he kills the two Janissaries that_ _killed_ ERASTUS. But soft! methinks he is not satisfied: The breath doth murmur softly from his lips, And bids me kill those bloody witnesses, By whose treachery Erastus died. Lord Marshal, hale them to the tower's top, And throw them headlong down into the valley; So let their treasons with their lives have end. 1 WITNESS. Yourself procur'd us. 2 WITNESS. Is this our hire? [_Then the_ MARSHAL _bears them to the tower-top_. SOLIMAN. Speak not a word, lest in my wrathful fury I doom you to ten thousand direful torments! And, Brusor, see Erastus be interr'd With honour in a kingly sepulchre: Why, when, Lord Marshal?[424] Great Hector's son, Although his age did plead for innocence, Was sooner tumbled from the fatal tower, Than are those perjur'd wicked witnesses. [_Then they are both tumbled down._ Why, now Erastus' ghost is satisfied: Ay, but yet the wicked judge survives, By whom Erastus was condemned to die. Brusor, as thou lov'st me, stab too the[425] Marshal, Lest he detect us unto the world, By making known our bloody practices; And then will thou and I hoist sail to Rhodes, Where thy Lucina and my Perseda lives. BRUSOR. I will, my lord. Lord Marshal, it is his highness' pleasure, That you commend him to Erastus' soul.