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O for a galley mann'd with such as thou art, Therewith to face a hundred armed ships, Creatur'd with meaner life! Yet thou must die, brave heart! yet thou must die. Thou hast done that which in no circumstance Man's hand may do, and therefore thou must perish, But I'll remember thee: thy name is Othoric: I will remember thee.

Your highness gives no orders to your slave Touching the prisoner.

His crime is plain: death be his instant doom.

And in what mode? or simple or with pains?

Distract me not.

Vizir, be not so hasty. I bear with me what will redeem my life, And gain the sultan's pardon.