Ant. Now you see what comes of your foolish qualms of conscience; the jewels are lost, and they are all leaving you.
Must. What, am I forsaken of my subjects? Would the rogue purloin my liege people from me!—I charge you, in my own name, come back, ye deserters, and hear me speak.
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.