That was the Christian captives.
Sa. ’Twas the night
Softened their wails to sweetness: as the space
’Twixt hell and heaven makes the cries of the damned
Music to the angels.
Al.Sala, ’tis not the king,
’Tis thou art cruel; thou hast a heart of hate.
Sa. O nay, a heart of love. I would not count
Dishonour, Almeh; I would be at peace
With shame and infidels and all the world,