3 Rabble. Ay, the richest of both parties; for they are our enemies.
Must. This last fellow is a little more sensible than the rest; he has entered somewhat into the merits of the cause.
1 Rabble. If a poor man may speak his mind. I think, captain, that yourself are the fittest to live and reign; I mean not over, but next, and immediately under, the people; and thereupon I say, A Mustapha, a Muatapha!
Omnes. A Mustapha, a Mustapha!
Must. I must confess the sound is pleasing, and tickles the ears of my ambition; but alas, good people, it must not be! I am contented to be a poor 399 simple viceroy. But prince Muley-Zeydan is to be the man: I shall take care to instruct him in the arts of government, and in his duty to us all; and, therefore, mark my cry, A Muley-Zeydan, a Muley-Zeydan!
Omnes. A Muley-Zeydan, a Muley-Zeydan!
Must. You see, slave Antonio, what I might have been?
Ant. I observe your modesty.
Must. But for a foolish promise, I made once to my lord Benducar, to set up any one he pleased.—
Re-enter the Mufti, with his Servants.