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Your death, great monarch, were to Paleologus Triumph and safety, but to us swift ruin.

And shall suspicions so improbable Fall upon us, who in your secret service Have dangers brav'd, and from your hands alone Look for the recompense?

If we last night have fail'd

I will not hear you!

Osmir, know'st thou this horrible attempt?

I do great prince, and bless the Prophet's arm That has preserv'd you. What base enemy Has arm'd the desp'rate villain?

Petronius here and his smooth Grecian friend Throw accusation on the emperor.

This moment in your camp there is arriv'd