The Sultan's work within these walls perform
Better than armed men.
TURK.
PETRONIUS.
I have in pay, besides our mutinous rabble,
Who bawl, and prate, and murmur in our streets,
Prophets, and conjurers, and vision seers,
And wise men not a few, whose secret haunts
The timid flock to: many are the palms
That must be touch'd.—There are within our walls
Of idle, slothful citizens, enow,
If with their active master they should join,
Still to defend them: therefore, be assur'd,
He who shall keep this fickle, wav'ring herd
From such wise union, shall to Mah'met give
This Mistress of the East.
TURK.
PETRONIUS.
When, from the walls returning with his friends,
The Emperor his ev'ning hour enjoys,
And puts off warlike cares: now let us forth,
And urge those varlets on. (To Marthon.)
Do thou into the eastern quarter go,
