Piston.
Ay.
Perseda.
And Soliman?
Piston.
No; but I saw where he stood,
To hear, and see the matter well convey'd.
Perseda.
Accursed Soliman! profane Alcoran!
Lucina, came thy husband to this end,
To lead a lamb unto the slaughter-house?
Hast thou for this, in Soliman's behalf,
With cunning words tempted my chastity?
Thou shalt aby for both your treacheries.
It must be so.
Basilisco, dost thou love me? speak.
Basilisco.