Alm. Traitor, I would; the name’s more justly thine;
Thy father was not, more than mine, the heir
Of this large empire:  but with arms united
They fought their way, and seized the crown by force;
And equal as their danger was their share: 
For where was eldership, where none had right
But that which conquest gave?  ’Twas thy ambition
Pulled from my peaceful father what his sword
Helped thine to gain; surprised him and his kingdom,
No provocation given, no war declared.

M.  Mol. I’ll hear no more.

Alm. This is the living coal, that, burning in me,
Would flame to vengeance, could it find a vent;
My brother too, that lies yet scarcely cold
In his deep watery bed;—­my wandering mother,
Who in exile died—­
O that I had the fruitful heads of Hydra,
That one might bourgeon where another fell! 
Still would I give thee work; still, still, thou tyrant,
And hiss thee with the last.

M.  Mol. Something, I know not what, comes over me: 
Whether the toils of battle, unrepaired
With due repose, or other sudden qualm.—­
Benducar, do the rest. [Goes off, the court follows him.

Bend. Strange! in full health! this pang is of the soul;
The body’s unconcerned:  I’ll think hereafter.—­
Conduct these royal captives to the castle;
Bid Dorax use them well, till further order. [Going off, stops.
The inferior captives their first owners take,
To sell, or to dispose.—­You Mustapha,
Set ope the market for the sale of slaves. [Exit BEND.
                            [The Masters and Slaves come forward, and
                             Buyers of several Qualities come in, and
                             chaffer about the several Owners, who
                             make their slaves do Tricks[1].

Must. My chattels are come into my hands again, and my conscience will serve me to sell them twice over; any price now, before the Mufti come to claim them.

1st Mer. [To MUST.] What dost hold that old fellow at?—­[Pointing to ALVAR.] He’s tough, and has no service in his limbs.

Must. I confess he’s somewhat tough; but I suppose you would not boil him, I ask for him a thousand crowns.

1st Mer. Thou mean’st a thousand marvedis.

Must. Pr’ythee, friend, give me leave to know my own meaning.

1st Mer. What virtues has he to deserve that price?

Must. Marry come up, sir! virtues, quotha!  I took him in the king’s company; he’s of a great family, and rich; what other virtues wouldst thou have in a nobleman?

1st Mer. I buy him with another man’s purse, that’s my comfort.  My lord Dorax, the governor, will have him at any rate:—­There’s hansel.  Come, old fellow, to the castle.