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A TRAGEDY.
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ACT IV.

An out-post belonging to the Turkish camp, with a view of the city of Constantinople on the back ground, seen in the dimness of cloudy moonlight.

Enter several Turkish Soldiers by different ways, meeting one another.

 

FIRST TURK.

Ho! who are ye? our friends?


SECOND TURK.

I know thy voice.


FIRST TURK.

Yes, we are friends; but let us separate,

And gain our tents as quickly as we may:
For now thro' all the camp the busy stir
Of warlike preparation is begun;
And ere the morning dawn, each armed Turk
Must be in readiness for the grand day
Of havock, blood, and spoil. Come, let us on!

THIRD TURK.

Yes; but, good comrades, do once more look back,