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MAHOMET.

Yes, all may tremble who in the dark purpose

Have part or knowledge had.

PETRONIUS and MARTHON (both alarmed).

What means my lord?

(Mahomet walks several times across the stage with angry strides, whilst they look fearfully upon one another, and then going sternly up to them.)

MAHOMET.

I know the base transactions of last night:

Ye stuff'd my gold into the dirty palms
Of those who shook their torches in the air,
And cried long live brave Paleologus.
I know it all: think ye with upcast looks,
And mumm'ry such as this, to blind mine eyes?

PETRONIUS (falling on his knees).

As there's a God in heav'n, to you, great sultan!

We have been true!(Marthon kneels also.)

MAHOMET.

Up, crouching slaves! when men so bred as you are

Thus lowly kneel, my very soul abhors them.