Then tell me, Brusor, how is Rhodes fenced?
For either Rhodes shall be brave Soliman's,
Or cost me more brave soldiers
Than all that isle will bear.
Brusor.
Their fleet is weak;
Their horse, I deem them fifty thousand strong;
Their footmen more, well exercised in war;
And, as it seems, they want no needful victual.
Soliman.
However Rhodes be fenc'd by sea or land,
It either shall be mine, or bury me.
Enter Erastus.
What is he that thus boldly enters in?
His habit argues him a Christian.
Erastus.
Ay, worthy lord, a forlorn Christian.
Soliman.