My little Ella too, taught by my art,
May play, perhaps her part; and so together
We'll amicably work,—May it not be?
Put up thy gold and say it is well earn'd.
CONJUROR.
Falsely or honestly.—Does Constantine,
As speaks this morning's rumour, send again
Another embassy to Mahomet
With terms of peace?
PETRONIUS.
He, and his band of self devoted fools,
Deliberate on it. Thou, at no great risk,
May'st prophesy the issue of their counsels.
CONJUROR.
PETRONIUS.
Which by the master of a coasting vessel,
Kept secretly on watch, I am inform'd
Is now almost within sight of the coast,
No hope remains to Constantine. And this
Shall not deceive him long; for I've dispatch'd,
In a swift sailing skiff, a trusty agent,
Who shall with costly bribes and false reports
Deter their boldness from all desp'rate efforts
