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PETRONIUS.

Your death, great monarch, were to Paleologus

Triumph and safety, but to us swift ruin.

MARTHON.

And shall suspicions so improbable

Fall upon us, who in your secret service
Have dangers brav'd, and from your hands alone
Look for the recompense?

PETRONIUS.

If we last night have fail'd———

MAHOMET (stamping with his foot).

I will not hear you!

Enter Osmir.

Osmir, know'st thou this horrible attempt?

OSMIR.

I do great prince, and bless the Prophet's arm

That has preserv'd you. What base enemy
Has arm'd the desp'rate villain?

MAHOMET.

Petronius here and his smooth Grecian friend

Throw accusation on the emperor.

OSMIR.

This moment in your camp there is arriv'd