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Yes, all may tremble who in the dark purpose Have part or knowledge had.

What means my lord? I know the base transactions of last night: Ye stuff'd my gold into the dirty palms Of those who shook their torches in the air, And cried long live brave Paleologus. I know it all: think ye with upcast looks, And mumm'ry such as this, to blind mine eyes?

As there's a God in heav'n, to you, great sultan! We have been true!(Marthon kneels also.)

Up, crouching slaves! when men so bred as you are Thus lowly kneel, my very soul abhors them.