_Must._ Nay, if accomplices must suffer, it may go hard with me: but here's the devil on't, there's a great man, and a holy man too, concerned with me; now, if I confess, he'll be sure to escape between his greatness and his holiness, and I shall be murdered, because of my poverty and rascality. _Muf._ [_Winking at him._] Then, if thy silence save the great and holy, 'Tis sure thou shalt go straight to paradise. _Must._ 'Tis a fine place, they say; but, doctor, I am not worthy on't. I am contented with this homely world; 'tis good enough for such a poor, rascally Mussulman, as I am; besides, I have learnt so much good manners, doctor, as to let my betters be served before me. _M. Mol._ Thou talk'st as if the Mufti were concerned. _Must._ Your majesty may lay your soul on't. But, for my part, though I am a plain fellow, yet I scorn to be tricked into paradise; I would he should know it. The truth on't is, an't like you, his reverence bought of me the flower of all the market: these--these are but dogs-meat to them; and a round price he paid me, too, I'll say that for him; but not enough for me to venture my neck for. If I get paradise when my time comes, I can't help myself; but I'll venture nothing before-hand, upon a blind bargain. _M. Mol._ Where are those slaves? produce them. _Muf._ They are not what he says. _M. Mol._ No more excuses. [_One goes out to fetch them._ Know, thou may'st better dally With a dead prophet, than a living king. _Muf._ I but reserved them to present thy greatness An offering worthy thee. _Must._ By the same token there was a dainty virgin, (virgin, said I! but I wont be too positive of that, neither) with a roguish leering eye! he paid me down for her upon the nail a thousand golden sultanins, or he had never had her, I can tell him that; now, is it very likely he would pay so dear for such a delicious morsel, and give it away out of his own mouth, when it had such a farewell with it too? _Enter_ SEBASTIAN, _conducted in mean Habit, with_ ALVAREZ, ANTONIO, _and_ ALMEYDA, _her Face veiled with a Barnus._ _M. Mol._ Ay; these look like the workmanship of heaven; This is the porcelain clay of human kind, And therefore cast into these noble moulds. _Dor._ By all my wrongs, [_Aside, while the Emperor whispers Benducar._ 'Tis he! damnation seize me, but 'tis he! My heart heaves up and swells; he's poison to me; My injured honour, and my ravished love, Bleed at their murderer's sight. _Ben._ [_Aside to Dor._] The emperor would learn these prisoners' names; You know them? _Dor._ Tell him, no; And trouble me no more--I will not know them. Shall I trust heaven, that heaven which I renounced, With my revenge? Then, where's my satisfaction? No; It must be my own, I scorn a proxy. [_Aside._