Piston.
Why, the governor will hang you, and he catch you:
Ferdinando is buried; your friends commend them to you;
Perseda hath the chain, and is like to die for sorrow.
Erastus.
Ay, that's the grief, that we are parted thus:
Come, follow me, and I will hear the rest;
For now I must attend the emperor. [Exeunt.
Enter Perseda, Lucina, and Basilisco.
Perseda.
Accursed chain! unfortunate Perseda!
Accursed chain! unfortunate Lucina!
My friend is gone, and I am desolate.
Perseda.