_3 Rabble._ Ay, the richest of both parties; for they are our enemies.
_Must._ This last fellow is a little more sensible than the rest; he
has entered somewhat into the merits of the cause.
_1 Rabble._ If a poor man may speak his mind. I think, captain, that
yourself are the fittest to live and reign; I mean not over, but next,
and immediately under, the people; and thereupon I say, _A Mustapha, a
Muatapha!_
_Omnes._ A Mustapha, a Mustapha!
_Must._ I must confess the sound is pleasing, and tickles the ears of
my ambition; but alas, good people, it must not be! I am contented to
be a poor simple viceroy. But prince Muley-Zeydan is to be the man: I
shall take care to instruct him in the arts of government, and in his
duty to us all; and, therefore, mark my cry, _A Muley-Zeydan, a
Muley-Zeydan!_
_Omnes._ A Muley-Zeydan, a Muley-Zeydan!
_Must._ You see, slave Antonio, what I might have been?
_Ant._ I observe your modesty.
_Must._ But for a foolish promise, I made once to my lord Benducar, to
set up any one he pleased.--
_Re-enter the Mufti, with his Servants._
_Ant._ Here's the old hypocrite again.--Now stand your ground and bate
him not an inch. Remember the jewels, the rich and glorious jewels;
they are designed to be yours, by virtue of prerogative.
_Must._ Let me alone to pick a quarrel; I have an old grudge to him
upon thy account.
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