Perseda.
Come, Lucina, let's in; my heart is full. [Exeunt.
Enter Soliman, Lord Marshal, the Two Witnesses, and Janissaries.
Soliman.
Lord Marshal, see you handle it cunningly:
And, when Erastus comes, our perjur'd friend,
See he be condemned by martial law;
Here will I stand to see, and not be seen.
Marshal.
Come, fellows, see when this matter comes in question
You stagger not: and, Janissaries,
See that your strangling cords be ready.
Soliman.
Ah, that Perseda were not half so fair,
Or that Soliman were not so fond,
Or that Perseda had some other love,
Whose death might save my poor Erastus' life.
Enter Brusor and Erastus.