Basilisco.
I turn, I turn; O, save my life, I turn.
Brusor.
Forbear to hurt him: when we land in Turkey,
He shall be circumcis'd, and have his rites.
Basilisco.
Think you I turn Turk for fear of servile death?
That's but a sport: i' faith, sir, no;
'Tis for Perseda, whom I love so well,
That I would follow her, though she went to hell.
Brusor.
Now for these ladies: their life's privilege
Hangs on their beauty; they shall be preserved
To be presented to great Soliman,
The greatest honour fortune could afford.
Perseda.
The most dishonour that could e'er befall. [Exeunt.