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Murtzoufle

A Tragedy. In three Acts with other Poems
  
  
  

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SCENE II.

—A public Place in Constantinople.
Two Citizens.
1st Cit.
A bloody business! Will he come this way?

2d Cit.
Hush! he must be here now, unless he go
Round by the Hippodrome: 'tis throng'd with people.

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Men think he will harangue them: not so I;
I know him better. He must come this way
To make the tour of the walls; for he expects
A red hand from the west, from Suabia,
To pluck at him, besides these Latin powers.

Enter first an immense Mob, then Murtzoufle and Soldiers.
Murtz.
Halt for a moment.—Ye be men of Greece,
As I presume. If ye have aught to offer,
Prayer or petition, ye shall find to-morrow
All courts of justice open: this shall be
For ever, if this right hand thrive to keep you
From those, falsely called, emp'rors who abuse you,
And the dread sword, that from without o'erhangs you
Now, stand aside.

All.
All hail, our noble Emperor!

Murtz.
Aside—aside—that word's for times of peace.
I am no emperor till I free this city
From all this noise of arms, that nightly knocks
And shakes the sleeper's dreams. I have you up
From those that held you prostrate. Go to sleep.
Ho! Pedro. Arm these men, and bring them on
To the western wall—
(The crowd runs off.)

[Exit. Murtzoufle and soldiers.