Mor. Then let me follow my flesh and blood, and keep to yourself your life and soul.
Muf. Both, or none; come away to durance.
Mor. Well, if it must be so, agreed; for I have another trick to play you, and thank yourself for what shall follow.
Enter Servants.
Joh. [From above.] One of them took through the private way into the castle; follow him, be sure, for these are yours already.
Mor. Help here quickly, Omar, Abedin! I have hold on the villain that stole my jewels; but 'tis a 396 lusty rogue, and he will prove too strong for me. What! help, I say; do you not know your master's daughter?
Muf. Now, if I cry out, they will know my voice, and then I am disgraced for ever. O thou art a venomous cockatrice!
Mor. Of your own begetting.[The Servants seize him.
1 Serv. What a glorious deliverance have you had, madam, from this bloody-minded Christian!
Mor. Give me back my jewels, and carry this notorious malefactor to be punished by my father.—I'll hunt the other dry-foot.
[Takes the jewels, and runs out after Antonio at the same passage.