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OSMIR (after again examining it).

No; every thing is consummately plann'd.—

But, mighty sultan, this old officer,
Whom you have station'd here with your new troops,
Is not to be relied on.

MAHOMET.

How so, Osmir?

OSMlR.

It is suspected that he has receiv'd

The en'my's gold; one thing, at least, is certain,
He has had private meetings with the foe.

MAHOMET.

What! art thou sure of this?—Send for him quickly.

The fool midst blocks and bowstrings has so long
His base head tott'ring worn, he thinks, no doubt,
It needs must be his own. Send for him quickly,
And see that which is needful done upon him.

(Drawing the pen sternly across the name on the plan.)

There; from the world of living things I blot him;

Another takes his place. (Giving a paper to Osmir.)
These are the usual orders for the night;
Assemble thou the sev'ral officers,
And give to each his own partic'lar charge.