I rather think it cost him very dear.
Piston.
Ay, so it did; for it cost Ferdinando his life.
Perseda.
How so?
Piston.
After we had got the chain in mummery,
And lost our box in counter-cambio,
My master wore the chain about his neck;
Then Ferdinando met us on the way,
And revil'd my master, saying he stole the chain:
With that they drew, and there Ferdinando had the prickado.
Perseda.
And whither fled my poor Erastus then?
Piston.