See where he comes, whom though I dearly love,
Yet must his blood be spill'd for my behoof:
Such is the force of marrow-burning[421] love.
Marshal.
Erastus, lord governor of Rhodes,
I arrest you in the king's name.
Erastus.
What thinks Lord Brusor of this strange arrest?
Hast thou entrapp'd me to this treachery?
Intended, well I wot, without the leave
Or licence of my lord, great Soliman.
Brusor.
Why then appeal to him, where thou shalt know,
And be assur'd, that I betray thee not.
Soliman.
Yes, thou and I, and all of us betray him. [Aside.
Marshal.