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With mine own science, num'ral, learn'd, and sure.
Ha! ha! your foolish christians now believe
Men's future fortunes are by wizards seen,
In airy forms pourtray'd, like mimick shows,
And trust thereto with fond simplicity.

(Othoric, who about the middle of this speech has made his appearance from behind the curtain of the tent, disguised like a Turk, but without a turban, now, stealing close up to Mahomet, lifts up his dagger to strike.)

What do I hear?

OTHORIC.

It is thy fate, blind Turk, uncalculated.

(Striking.)

MAHOMET (parrying the blow with his sheathed scimitar, which he afterwards draws.)

Ho! help without! treason and parricide!

Ho! guards without, I say? (Guards rush in, and Othoric is seized, after defending himself desperately.)

MAHOMET.

(To Othoric.) Who art thou? What dark tyrant set thee on

To do this murderous and horrid deed?

OTHORIC.

And think'st thou such deeds horrid?—But I came

To act and not to speak.