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SCENE I.

Sopheian and Caled meet.
Soph.
Joy, Caled, joy! they're known, they're known, my Caled—
O such a pair!

Cal.
Whom?

Soph.
Brave Moawias,
And my fair Ayetia—
My Zaphna and Palmyra!

Cal.
O grace! what of them?

Soph.
Even my little ones.

Cal.
Say you?

Soph.
The same—the news hath made me strong
As in my prime of May—O haste to find them—
The dear young traitors have escaped their bounds,
And roam at large—I to the Caaba,
Toward Mahomet's pavilion thou—
O haste, haste my kind friend!—

[Exeunt severally.