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Ah! thinkest thou to gain him with that bribe Which Constantine gave thee? (shaking his head.)

No, not with that. I wear upon this arm A potent band, with subtile magic wrought, That, wheresoe'er 'tis on my body rubb'd With mutter'd words which I alone do know, Maketh the part firm and invulnerable To sword, or bullet, or the arrow's point— To all offensive things. Believe me not, But see the proof.—Relieve mine arms, I pray, That I may shew this wonder.

Unlock his fetters: if he tamper with us, His tortures are enhanced.

Young Turk, thou wear'll a dagger by thy side; To shew that I am made as other men, Of flesh and blood as soft and sensitive, When with no charm secur'd, thrust it, I pray thee, Into this nerved flesh. Nay, do not shrink, For I shrink not.