[Exeunt.
Manet Basilisco.
Basilisco.
I am melancholy: an humour of Venus beleaguereth me.
I have rejected with contemptible frowns
The sweet glances of many amorous girls, or rather ladies:
But, certès, I am now captivated with the reflecting eye
Of that admirable comet Perseda.
I will place her to behold my triumphs,
And do wonders in her sight:
O heav'ns! she comes, accompanied with a child,
Whose chin bears no impression of manhood,
Not an hair, not an excrement.
Enter Erastus, Perseda, and Piston.
Erastus.
My sweet Perseda!
Basilisco.
Peace, infant; thou blasphemest.