If a least ray like heaven's be left thee!
Thus
I shall be calm—in readiness—no way
Surprised. [A noise without.
This should be Khalil and my Druses.
Venice is come then! Thus I grasp thee, sword!
Druses, 't is Hakeem saves you! In! Behold
Your Prefect!
(Enter Loys. Djabal hides the khandjar in his robe.)
Loys. Oh, well found, Djabal!—but no time for words.