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Long live brave Constantine! brave Paleologus! Huzza! huzza!

No; bread, and peace, and Mahomet, say we!

Ay, thou sea-lion! thou too needs must come To growl upon us. (To Rodrigo.)

No, faith! I know you well: ye are at large A set of soft, luxurious, timid slaves, On whom a cat with muffled paws might mew, And ye would turn from it.—But still amongst you, I would upon it pledge my main and claws, There are some honest souls who have ere now Quaff'd their full bumpers to a brave man's health, And I, in sooth, am come, with their good leave, Come; who loves valiant worth and Paleologus, Give me his hand.