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Sculking, thus muffled up in dark disguise? Have I not warn'd ye both that ye do live Beneath mine iron power in strictest faultlessness? For that when ye are found but to transgress The galling limits of imposed duty Even a hair's breadth, there abideth you A recompense more dreadful than torn slaves, Writhing in horrid ecstasy, e'er knew. Beware: ye have no power to serve me now, And unsuccessful traitors are most hateful.

It is, great Mahomet, to make amends For unsuccessful services, that here Thou find'st us, on our way within the city To gain for thee some useful information Against to-morrow's push. Still in our power Some little aid remains.

If thou say'st true, return to me again, Leading thy beauteous daughter in thy hand, Ere two hours pass, who shall within my tent A pledge remain for thy suspicious faith Until the city's ta'en.—Begone, I charge you, And answer not again. (Exeunt Petronius and Marthon. Are all mine orders issued for the morrow? To each respective officer assign'd His task and station? and my rearward troops, Mine axe and cord-men, they are not forgotten?