Enter Piston.
Piston.
Who saw my master? O sir, are you here?
The prince and all th' outlandish[386] gentlemen
Are ready to go to the triumphs;
They stay for you.
Erastus.
Go, sirrah,
Bid my men bring my horse, and a dozen staves.
Piston.
You shall have your horses, and two dozen of staves. [Exit Piston.
Erastus.
Wish me good hap, Perseda, and I'll win
Such glory, as no time shall e'er rase out;
Or end the period of my youth in blood.