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SCENE V.

Solyman, Roxolana, Rustan.
Solyman.
Rustan!—whence this haste?

Rustan.
My Lord, the Prince approaches—

Solyman.
Ha! what say'st thou?

Rustan.
And enters now thy camp.

Solyman.
'Tis well.—The troops
How greet they his arrival?

Rustan.
With mad haste
They pour by thousands o'er the tented plain,
And swarm around him. 'Tis all wonder, fondness,
Each passion, every folly, of the vulgar
Expressing heart-felt joy.

Solyman.
Indeed!

Rustan.
And hark!
That universal shout speaks loud their transport.

Solyman.
Again!—the traitors!

Roxolana.
What attendance brings he?

Rustan.
Achmet will tell your Highness.

Solyman.
Bid him enter.