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SCENE IV.
Cali, Abdalla.Abdalla.
And this is my Reward—to burn, to languish,
To rave unheeded, while the happy Greek,
The Refuse of our Swords, the Dross of Conquest,
Throws his fond Arms about Aspasia's Neck,
Dwells on her Lips, and sighs upon her Breast;
Is't not enough, he lives by our Indulgence,
But he must live to make his Master's wretched?
Cali.
What Claim hast thou to plead?
Abdalla.
The Claim of Pow'r,
Th' unquestion'd Claim of Conquerors, and Kings!
Cali.
Yet in the Use of Pow'r remember Justice.
Abdalla.
Can then th' Assassin lift his treach'rous Hand
Against his King, and cry, Remember Justice?
Justice demands the forfeit Life of Cali;
Justice demands that I reveal your Crimes;
Justice demands—But see th' approaching Sultan.
Oppose my Wishes, and—Remember Justice.
Cali.
Disorder sits upon thy Face—retire.
[Exit Abdalla, Enter Mahomet.
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