Ant. [Turning back.] O that screech owl at the window! we shall be pursued immediately; which way shall we take?

Mor. [Giving him the Casket.] ’Tis impossible to escape them; for the way to our horses lies back again by the house, and then we shall meet them full in the teeth.  Here, take these jewels; thou mayst leap the walls, and get away.

Ant. And what will become of thee, then, poor kind soul?

Mor. I must take my fortune.  When you are got safe into your own country, I hope you will bestow a sigh on the memory of her who loved you.

Ant. It makes me mad to think, how many a good night will be lost betwixt us!  Take back thy jewels; ’tis an empty casket without thee:  besides, I should never leap well with the weight of all thy father’s sins about me; thou and they had been a bargain.

Mor. Pr’ythee take them, ’twill help me to be revenged on him.

Ant. No, they’ll serve to make thy peace with him.

Mor. I hear them coming; shift for yourself at least; remember I am yours for ever. [Servants crying, “this way, this
way,” behind the Scenes.

Ant. And I but the empty shadow of myself without thee!—­Farewell,
father-in-law, that should have been, if I had not been curst in my
mother’s belly.—­Now, which way, Fortune?
                               [Runs amazedly backwards and forwards. 
                                Servants within, “Follow, follow;
                                yonder are the villains.” 
O, here’s a gate open; but it leads into the castle; yet I must
venture it. [A shout behind the Scenes, where
                                    ANTONIO is going out.
There’s the rabble in a mutiny; what, is the devil up at midnight! 
However, ’tis good herding in a crowd.
                                 [Runs out. MUFTI runs to MORAYMA,
                                  and lays hold on her, then snatches
                                  away the Casket.

Muf. Now, to do things in order, first I seize upon the bag, and then upon the baggage; for thou art but my flesh and blood, but these are my life and soul.

Mor. Then let me follow my flesh and blood, and keep to yourself your life and soul.

Muf. Both, or none; come away to durance.

Mor. Well, if it must be so, agreed; for I have another trick to play you, and thank yourself for what shall follow.

  Enter Servants.

Joh. [From above.] One of them took through the private way into the castle; follow him, be sure, for these are yours already.

Mor. Help here quickly, Omar, Abedin!  I have hold on the villain that stole my jewels; but ’tis a lusty rogue, and he will prove too strong for me.  What! help, I say; do you not know your master’s daughter?