Boast of assassins at thy beck, yet truth
Want even an executioner? Consent,
Or I will strike—look in my face—I will!
Dja. Give me again my khandjar, if thou darest! [Loys gives it.
Let but one Druse accuse me, and I plunge
This home. A Druse betray me? Let us go!
[Aside.] Who has betrayed me? [Shouts without.
Hearest thou? I hear
No plainer than long years ago I heard
That shout—but in no dream now! They return!