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A TRAGEDY.
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JUSTINIANI.

We will sink honourably.


RODRIGO.

We will sink gloriously. Ay, by heaven's light,
And cheerly too, great sultan! (Passing the body of Othoric as they turn to go away.)
Thou noble wreck, thou wert rigg'd gallantly!

(Exeunt Othus, Justiniani, Rodrigo, and their attendants.)


MAHOMET (coming forward to the front of the stage, and standing for some time in a thoughtful posture much disturbed).

And Constantine is serv'd by men like these!


OSMIR (to slaves, pointing to the body of Othoric).

Take up the carcase of that savage ruffian,

And stick it on a stake for vulture's food.

MAHOMET (turning round angrily).

No, reptiles! let it have a soldier's grave.


OSMIR.

This is exceeding mercy; nevertheless,

Your orders, mighty prince, shall be obey'd
By those who are as dust beneath your feet.

MAHOMET.

Yes, I do know that I shall be obey'd