Accord to his request, brave man-at-arms,
And let me see the face that vanquish'd me.
Frenchman.
Unmask thyself, thou well-approved knight.
Turk.
I long to see thy face, brave warrior.
Lucina.
Nay, valiant sir, we may not be denied,
Fair ladies should be coy to show their faces,
Lest that the sun should tan them with his beams:
I'll be your page this once for to disarm you.
Piston.
That's the reason, that he shall help
Your husband to arm his head.
O, the policy of this age is wonderful.
Philippo.