_Joh._ I'll but bring him into the arbour, where a rose-tree and a myrtle-tree are just falling for want of a prop; if they were bound together, they would help to keep up one another. He's a raw gardener, and 'tis but charity to teach him. _Muf._ No more deeds of charity to-day; come in, or I shall think you a little better disposed than I could wish you. _Joh._ Well, go before, I will follow my pastor. _Muf._ So you may cast a sheep's eye behind you? in before me;--and you, sauciness, mind your pruning-knife, or I may chance to use it for you. [_Exeunt Mufti and_ JOHAYMA. _Ant._ [_Alone._] Thank you for that, but I am in no such haste to be made a mussulman. For his wedlock, for all her haughtiness, I find her coming. How far a Christian should resist, I partly know; but how far a lewd young Christian can resist, is another question. She's tolerable, and I am a poor stranger, far from better friends, and in a bodily necessity. Now have I a strange temptation to try what other females are belonging to this family: I am not far from the women's apartment, I am sure; and if these birds are within distance, here's that will chuckle them together. [_Pulls out his Flute._] If there be variety of Moors' flesh in this holy market, 'twere madness to lay out all my money upon the first bargain. [_He plays. A Grate opens, and_ MORAYMA, _the Mufti's Daughter, appears at it._]--Ay, there's an apparition! This is a morsel worthy of a Mufti; this is the relishing bit in secret; this is the mystery of his Alcoran, that must be reserved from the knowledge of the prophane vulgar; this is his holiday devotion.--See, she beckons too. [_She beckons to him._ _Mor._ Come a little nearer, and speak softly. _Ant._ I come. I come, I warrant thee; the least twinkle had brought me to thee; such another kind syllable or two would turn me to a meteor, and draw me up to thee. _Mor._ I dare not speak, for fear of being overheard; but if you think my person worth your hazard, and can deserve my love, the rest this note shall tell you. [_Throws down a Handkerchief._] No more, my heart goes with you. [_Exit from the Grate._