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SCENE IX.
Mustapha, Osman.Osman.
The Sultan, on whose head be peace and blessing!
Commands, my Lord, you should expect his pleasure
Alone in that pavilion.
Mustapha.
I obey.
O heaven-born patience! source of peace and rest,
Descend; infuse thy spirit thro' my breast;
That I may calmly meet the hour of fate,
My foes forgive and triumph o'er their hate.
This body let their engines tear and grind:
But let not all their racks subdue my mind.
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