_Muf._ [_Making up to the Mobile._] Good people, here you are met
together.
_1 Rabble._ Ay, we know that without your telling: But why are we met
together, doctor? for that's it which no body here can tell.
_2 Rabble._ Why, to see one another in the dark; and to make holiday
at midnight.
_Muf._ You are met, as becomes good Mussulmen, to settle the nation;
for I must tell you, that, though your tyrant is a lawful emperor, yet
your lawful emperor is but a tyrant.
_Ant._ What stuff he talks!
_Must._ 'Tis excellent fine matter, indeed, slave Antonio! He has a
rare tongue! Oh, he would move a rock, or elephant!
_Ant._ What a block have I to work upon! [_Aside._]--But still,
remember the jewels, sir; the jewels.
_Must._ Nay, that's true, on the other side; the jewels must be mine.
But he has a pure fine way of talking; my conscience goes along with
him, but the jewels have set my heart against him.
_Muf._ That your emperor is a tyrant, is most manifest; for you were
born to be Turks, but he has played the Turk with you, and is taking
your religion away.
_2 Rabble._ We find that in our decay of trade. I have seen, for these
hundred years, that religion and trade always go together.
_Muf._ He is now upon the point of marrying himself, without your
sovereign consent: And what are the effects of marriage?
_3 Rabble._ A scolding domineering wife, if she prove honest; and, if
a whore, a fine gaudy minx, that robs our counters every night, and
then goes out, and spends it upon our cuckold-makers.
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