[Then they are both tumbled down.
Why, now Erastus' ghost is satisfied:
Ay, but yet the wicked judge survives,
By whom Erastus was condemned to die.
Brusor, as thou lov'st me, stab too the[425] Marshal,
Lest he detect us unto the world,
By making known our bloody practices;
And then will thou and I hoist sail to Rhodes,
Where thy Lucina and my Perseda lives.
Brusor.
I will, my lord. Lord Marshal, it is his highness' pleasure,
That you commend him to Erastus' soul.
[Then he kills the Marshal.
Soliman.
Here ends my dear Erastus' tragedy,
And now begins my pleasant comedy;
But if Perseda understand these news,
Our scene will prove but tragicomical.
Brusor.
Fear not, my lord, Lucina plays her part,
And wooes apace in Soliman's behalf.
Soliman.