Now, by my troth, she is gone.
Basilisco.
Ay? hath the infant transported her hence?
He saw my anger figured in my brow,
And at his best advantage stole away;
But I will follow for revenge.
Piston.
Nay, but hear you, sir;
I must talk with you, before you go.
[Piston gets on his back, and pulls him down.
Basilisco.
O, if thou be'st magnanimous, come before me.
Piston.
Nay, if thou be'st a right warrior, get from under me.