[Exeunt Ferdinando and Lucina.
Basilisco.
Say, world's bright star, whence springs this sudden change;
Is it unkindness at the little praise
I gave Lucina with my glosing style?
Perseda.
No, no; her beauty far surpasseth mine,
And from my neck her neck hath won the praise.
Basilisco.
What is it, then? If love of this my person,
By favour and by justice of the heavens,
At last have pierc'd through thy translucent breast,
And thou misdoubt'st, perhaps, that I'll prove coy;
O, be assur'd, 'tis far from noble thoughts
To tyrannise over a yielding foe.
Therefore be blithe, sweet love, abandon fear,
I will forget thy former cruelty.
Perseda.
Ah, false Erastus! full of treachery.
Basilisco.