_ Now, if I cry out, they will know my voice, and then I am
disgraced for ever. O thou art a venomous cockatrice!
_Mor._ Of your own begetting. [_The Servants seize him._
_1 Serv._ What a glorious deliverance have you had, madam, from this
bloody-minded Christian!
_Mor._ Give me back my jewels, and carry this notorious malefactor to
be punished by my father.--I'll hunt the other dry-foot.
[_Takes the jewels, and runs out after_
ANTONIO _at the same passage._
_1 Serv._ I long to be hanselling his hide, before we bring him to my
master.
_2 Serv._ Hang him, for an old covetous hypocrite; he deserves a worse
punishment himself, for keeping us so hardly.
_1 Serv._ Ay, would he were in this villain's place! thus I would lay
him on, and thus. [_Beats him._
_2 Serv._ And thus would I revenge myself of my last beating.
[_He beats him too, and then the rest._
_Muf._ Oh, ho, ho!
_1 Serv._ Now, supposing you were the Mufti, sir.--
[_Beats him again._
_Muf._ The devil's in that supposing rascal!--I can bear no more; and
I am the Mufti. Now suppose yourselves my servants, and hold your
hands: an anointed halter take you all!
_1 Serv._ My master!--You will pardon the excess of our zeal for you,
sir: Indeed we all took you for a villain, and so we used you.
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