. Mol._ I'll hear no more.

_Alm._ This is the living coal, that, burning in me,
Would flame to vengeance, could it find a vent;
My brother too, that lies yet scarcely cold
In his deep watery bed;--my wandering mother,
Who in exile died--
O that I had the fruitful heads of Hydra,
That one might bourgeon where another fell!
Still would I give thee work; still, still, thou tyrant,
And hiss thee with the last.

_M. Mol._ Something, I know not what, comes over me:
Whether the toils of battle, unrepaired
With due repose, or other sudden qualm.--
Benducar, do the rest. [_Goes off, the court follows him._

_Bend._ Strange! in full health! this pang is of the soul;
The body's unconcerned: I'll think hereafter.--
Conduct these royal captives to the castle;
Bid Dorax use them well, till further order. [_Going off, stops._
The inferior captives their first owners take,
To sell, or to dispose.--You Mustapha,
Set ope the market for the sale of slaves. [_Exit_ BEND.
[_The Masters and Slaves come forward, and
Buyers of several Qualities come in, and
chaffer about the several Owners, who
make their slaves do Tricks[1]._

_Must._ My chattels are come into my hands again, and my conscience
will serve me to sell them twice over; any price now, before the Mufti
come to claim them.

_1st Mer._ [_To_ MUST.] What dost hold that old fellow at?--[_Pointing
to_ ALVAR.] He's tough, and has no service in his limbs.

_Must._ I confess he's somewhat tough; but I suppose you would not
boil him, I ask for him a thousand crowns.

_1st Mer._ Thou mean'st a thousand marvedis.

_Must._ Pr'ythee, friend, give me leave to know my own meaning.

_1st Mer._ What virtues has he to deserve that price?

_Must._ Marry come up, sir! virtues, quotha! I took him in the king's
company; he's of a great family, and rich; what other virtues wouldst
thou have in a nobleman?

_1st Mer._ I buy him with another man's purse, that's my comfort. My
lord Dorax, the governor, will have him at any rate:--There's hansel.
Come, old fellow, to the castle.

_Alvar._ To what is miserable age reserved! [_Aside._
But oh the king! and oh the fatal secret!
Which I have kept thus long to time it better,
And now I would disclose, 'tis past my power. [_Exit with his Master._

_Must._ Something of a secret, and o