Enter Philippo, the Prince of Cyprus, with other Soldiers.
Philippo.
Brave Prince of Cyprus, and our son-in-law,
Now there is little time to stand and talk;
The Turks have pass'd our gallies, and are landed:
You with some men-at-arms shall take the tower;
I with the rest will down into the strand:[411]
If we be beaten back, we'll come to you;
And here, in spite of damned Turks, we'll gain
A glorious death or famous victory.
Cyprus.
About it, then. [Exeunt.
Enter Brusor and his Soldiers.
Brusor.
Drum, sound a parley to the citizens.
[The Prince of Cyprus on the walls.
Cyprus.