Most mighty Emperor, behold your Captive.
Fran. Is this the Great Turk?
1st Turk. Peace.
Fran. Bless me! as we at home describe him, I thought the Great Turk had been twice as big; but I shall find him Tyrant big enough, I’ll warrant him.
Guz. Of what Nation art thou, Slave? speak to the Emperor, he understands thee, though he deign not to hold discourse with Christian Dogs.
Fran. Oh fearful!—Spain, so please you, Sir.
Guz. By Mahomet, he’ll make a reverend Eunuch.
Fran. An Eunuch! oh, Lord!
Turk. Ay, Sir, to guard his Mistresses, ‘tis an honour.
Fran. Oh! Mercy, Sir, that honour you may spare, Age has done my business already.