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Scena tertia.

Enter Mahomet the Turk with Drum and Colours, as into Hadrianople: Then enter Citizens, as to meet the Emperour.
1
Welcome great Prince,
Me thinks thy restless bloud,
Like the disheveld burning locks of Phœbus,
When he careers the circuit of the Heavens,
Darts forth such Rayes of burning spirit
That crackles the world in astonishment.

Mah.
Friends, Who's lost a man in this successful War,
Amongst these pampered Broods; By our command
Let him take three for one;
Let their inslaved lives pay satisfaction for our bloud.

All.
All thanks to our deserving Prince.

Mah.
Great is the business that's in hand;
Therefore let's about it.

All.
A gracious Prince.

Exeunt Mahomet, and the Bashaws, & exeunt omnes.