_1 Rabble._ What, will he come with his balderdash, after the Mufti's
eloquent oration?
_2 Rabble._ He's our captain, lawfully picked up, and elected upon a
stall; we will hear him.
_Omnes._ Speak, captain, for we will hear you.
_Must._ Do you remember the glorious rapines and robberies you have
committed? Your breaking open and gutting of houses, your rummaging of
cellars, your demolishing of Christian temples, and bearing off, in
triumph, the superstitious plate and pictures, the ornaments of their
wicked altars, when all rich moveables were sentenced for idolatrous,
and all that was idolatrous was seized? Answer first, for your
remembrance of all these sweetnesses of mutiny; for upon those grounds
I shall proceed.
_Omnes._ Yes, we do remember, we do remember.
_Must._ Then make much of your retentive faculties.--And who led you
to those honey-combs? Your Mufti? No, believers; he only preached you
up to it, but durst not lead you: He was but your counsellor, but I
was your captain; he only looed you, but, 'twas I that led you.
_Omnes._ That's true, that's true.
_Ant._ There you were with him for his figures.
_Must._ I think I was, slave Antonio. Alas, I was ignorant of my own
talent!--Say then, believers, will you have a captain for your Mufti,
or a Mufti for your captain? And, further, to instruct you how to cry,
will you have _A mufti_, or _No mufti_?
_Omnes.
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