My sweet and best-beloved!
Perseda.
For thee, my dear Erastus, have I liv'd.
Erastus.
And I for thee, or else I had not liv'd.
Soliman.
What words in affection do I see?
Erastus.
Ah, pardon me, great Soliman; for this is she
For whom I mourn'd more than for all Rhodes,
And from whose absence I derived my sorrow.
Perseda.