[_Then he kills the_ MARSHAL. SOLIMAN. Here ends my dear Erastus' tragedy, And now begins my pleasant comedy; But if Perseda understand these news, Our scene will prove but tragicomical. BRUSOR. Fear not, my lord, Lucina plays her part, And wooes apace in Soliman's behalf. SOLIMAN. Then, Brusor, come; and with some few men Let's sail to Rhodes with all convenient speed: For, till I fold Perseda in mine arms, My troubled ears are deaf'd with love's alarms. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ PERSEDA, LUCINA, _and_ BASILISCO. PERSEDA. Now, Signer Basilisco, which like you, The Turkish or our nation best? BASILISCO. That which your ladyship will have me like. LUCINA. I am deceiv'd, but you were circumcis'd? BASILISCO. Indeed, but I was little cut in the prepuce.[426] PERSEDA. What means made you to steal back to Rhodes? BASILISCO. The mighty pinky-ey'd,[427] brand-bearing god, To whom I am so long true servitor, When he espied my weeping floods of tears For your depart, he bad me follow him: I follow'd him; he with his firebrand Parted the seas, and we came over dryshod. LUCINA. A matter not unlikely: but how chance[th], Your Turkish bonnet is not on your head? BASILISCO. Because I now am Christian again, And that by natural means; for, as The old canon says very prettily, _Nihil est tam naturale, quod eo modo colligatum est_, And so forth: so I became a Turk to follow her: To follow her, am now return'd a Christian. _Enter_ PISTON. PISTON. O lady and mistress, weep and lament, And wring your hands; for my master Is condemn'd and executed. LUCINA. Be patient, sweet Perseda; the fool but jests. PERSEDA. Ah no; my nightly dreams foretold me this, Which, foolish woman! fondly I neglected. But say, what death died my poor Erastus? PISTON. Nay, God be prais'd, his death was reasonable; He was but strangled. PERSEDA. But strangled? ah, double death to me: But say, wherefore was he condemn'd to die? PISTON. For nothing but high treason. PERSEDA. What treason, or by whom was he condemn'd? PISTON.