Basilisco.
Not Mars himself had e'er so fair a buckler.
Perseda.
Love makes him blind; and blind can judge no colour.[401]
Lucina.
Why, then, the mends is made, and we still friends.
Perseda.
Still friends? still foes! she wears my carcanet.
Ah, false Erastus, how am I betray'd! [Aside.
Lucina.