Bend. [To DOR.] I’m sure I did my part to poison thee, What saint soe’er has soldered thee again:  A dose less hot had burst through ribs of iron.

Muf. Not knowing that, I poisoned him once more, And drenched him with a draught so deadly cold, That, hadst not thou prevented, had congealed The channel of his blood, and froze him dry.

Bend. Thou interposing fool, to mangle mischief, And think to mend the perfect work of hell!

Dor. Thus, when heaven pleases, double poisons cure[8]. 
I will not tax thee of ingratitude
To me, thy friend, who hast betrayed thy prince: 
Death he deserved indeed, but not from thee. 
But fate, it seems, reserved the worst of men
To end the worst of tyrants.—­
Go, bear him to his fate,
And send him to attend his master’s ghost. 
Let some secure my other poisoning friend,
Whose double diligence preserved my life.

Ant. You are fallen into good hands, father-in-law; your sparkling jewels, and Morayma’s eyes, may prove a better bail than you deserve.

Muf. The best that can come of me, in this condition, is, to have my
life begged first, and then to be begged for a fool afterwards[9].
                           [Exeunt ANTONIO, with the Mufti; and, at
                            the same time, BENDUCAR is carried off.

Dor. [To MUST.]
You, and your hungry herd, depart untouched;
For justice cannot stoop so low, to reach
The groveling sin of crowds:  but curst be they,
Who trust revenge with such mad instruments,
Whose blindfold business is but to destroy;
And, like the fire, commissioned by the winds,
Begins on sheds, but, rolling in a round,
On palaces returns.  Away, ye scum,
That still rise upmost when the nation boils;
Ye mongrel work of heaven, with human shapes,
Not to be damned or saved, but breathe and perish,
That have but just enough of sense, to know
The master’s voice, when rated, to depart.
                                      [Exeunt MUSTAPHA and Rabble.

Alm. With gratitude as low as knees can pay [Kneeling to him. To those blest holy fires, our guardian angels, Receive these thanks, till altars can be raised.

Dor. Arise, fair excellence, and pay no thanks, [Raising her up. Till time discover what I have deserved.

Seb. More than reward can answer. 
If Portugal and Spain were joined to Africa,
And the main ocean crusted into land,
If universal monarchy were mine,
Here should the gift be placed.

Dor. And from some hands I should refuse that gift. 
Be not too prodigal of promises;
But stint your bounty to one only grant,
Which I can ask with honour.

Seb. What I am Is but thy gift; make what thou canst of me, Secure of no repulse.