Piston.
And I'll stay here about my master's business.
Basilisco.
Farewell, Constantinople; I will to Rhodes. [Exit.
Piston.
Farewell, counterfeit fool!
God send him good shipping: 'tis nois'd about that Brusor
Is sent to fetch my master back again;
I cannot be well, till I hear the rest of the news,
Therefore I'll about it straight. [Exit.
Enter Chorus.
Love.
Now, Fortune, what hast thou done in this latter act?