Muf. Now, if I cry out, they will know my voice, and then I am disgraced for ever.  O thou art a venomous cockatrice!

Mor. Of your own begetting. [The Servants seize him.

1 Serv. What a glorious deliverance have you had, madam, from this bloody-minded Christian!

Mor. Give me back my jewels, and carry this notorious malefactor to
be punished by my father.—­I’ll hunt the other dry-foot.
                               [Takes the jewels, and runs out after
                                ANTONIO at the same passage.

1 Serv. I long to be hanselling his hide, before we bring him to my master.

2 Serv. Hang him, for an old covetous hypocrite; he deserves a worse punishment himself, for keeping us so hardly.

1 Serv. Ay, would he were in this villain’s place! thus I would lay him on, and thus. [Beats him.

2 Serv. And thus would I revenge myself of my last beating.
                               [He beats him too, and then the rest.

Muf. Oh, ho, ho!

1 Serv. Now, supposing you were the Mufti, sir.—­
          
                                         [Beats him again.

Muf. The devil’s in that supposing rascal!—­I can bear no more; and I am the Mufti.  Now suppose yourselves my servants, and hold your hands:  an anointed halter take you all!

1 Serv. My master!—­You will pardon the excess of our zeal for you, sir:  Indeed we all took you for a villain, and so we used you.

Muf. Ay, so I feel you did; my back and sides are abundant testimonies of your zeal.—­Run, rogues, and bring me back my jewels, and my fugitive daughter; run, I say.
[They run to the gate, and the first
Servant runs back again.

1 Serv. Sir, the castle is in a most terrible combustion; you may hear them hither.

Muf. ’Tis a laudable commotion; the voice of the mobile is the voice of heaven.—­I must retire a little, to strip me of the slave, and to assume the Mufti, and then I will return; for the piety of the people must be encouraged, that they may help me to recover my jewels, and my daughter. [Exeunt Mufti and Servants.

SCENE III.—­Changes to the Castle Yard,

  And discovers ANTONIO, MUSTAPHA, and the Rabble shouting.  They
  come forward.

Ant. And so at length, as I informed you, I escaped out of his covetous clutches; and now fly to your illustrious feet for my protection.

Must. Thou shalt have it, and now defy the Mufti.  ’Tis the first petition that has been made to me since my exaltation to tumult, in this second night of the month Abib, and in the year of the Hegira,—­the Lord knows what year; but ’tis no matter; for when I am settled, the learned are bound to find it out for me; for I am resolved to date my authority over the rabble, like other monarchs.