What parley craves the Turkish at our hands?
Brusor.
We come with mighty Soliman's command,
Monarch and mighty emperor of the world,
From east to west, from south to septentrion.
If you resist, expect what war affords—
Mischief, murder, blood, and extremity.
What, wilt thou yield, and try our clemency?
Say, ay or no; for we are peremptory.
Cyprus.
Your lord usurps in all that he possesseth:
And that great God, which we do truly worship,
Shall strengthen us against your insolence.
Brusor.
Now, if you plead for mercy, 'tis too late.
Come, fellow-soldiers, let us to the breach,
That's made already on the other side.
[Exeunt to the battle. Philippo and Cyprus are both slain.
Enter Brusor with Soldiers, having Guelpio and Julio, and Basilisco, with Perseda and Lucina, prisoners.