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With mine own science, num'ral, learn'd, and sure. Ha! ha! your foolish christians now believe Men's future fortunes are by wizards seen, In airy forms pourtray'd, like mimick shows, And trust thereto with fond simplicity. What do I hear?

It is thy fate, blind Turk, uncalculated. (Striking.)

Ho! help without! treason and parricide! To do this murderous and horrid deed?

And think'st thou such deeds horrid?—But I came To act and not to speak.