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Say rather, villain, to be acted on. Do racks and burning iron please thee well That thou should'st earn them with such desp'rate pains. There will be tough work on those sinewy limbs When they are dealt with.—Lead the traitor off. I will give orders for his fate ere long. (To Othoric, who is about to speak.) Thou shalt not speak: I hate thy horrible face. What prisoner is this they lead along?

A dark assassin in my tent conceal'd, Whose daring hand ev'n now aim'd at my life,

The life of great and godlike Mahomet! It makes my blood turn cold.

I too am stunn'd, and tremble at the thought.