: for where one atom
Of mine shall light, know, there Sebastian reigns.

_M. Mol._ What shall I do to conquer thee?

_Sebast._ Impossible!
Souls know no conquerors.

_M. Mol._ I'll shew thee for a monster through my Afric.

_Sebast._ No, thou canst only shew me for a man:
Afric is stored with monsters; man's a prodigy,
Thy subjects have not seen.

_M. Mol._ Thou talk'st as if
Still at the head of battle.

_Sebast._ Thou mistakest,
For then I would not talk.

_Bend._ Sure he would sleep.

_Sebast._ Till doomsday, when the trumpet sounds to rise;
For that's a soldier's call.

_M. Mol._ Thou'rt brave too late;
Thou shouldst have died in battle, like a soldier.

_Sebast._ I fought and fell like one, but death deceived me;
I wanted weight of feeble Moors upon me,
To crush my soul out.

_M. Mol._ Still untameable!
In what a ruin has thy head-strong pride,
And boundless thirst of empire, plunged thy people!

_Sebast._ What sayst thou? ha! no more of that.

_M. Mol._ Behold,
What carcases of thine thy crimes have strewed,
And left our Afric vultures to devour.

_Bend._ Those souls were those thy God intrusted with thee,
To cherish, not destroy.

_Sebast._ Witness, O heaven, how much
This sight concerns me! would I had a soul
For each of these; how gladly would I pay
The ransom down! But since I have but one,
'Tis a king's life, and freely 'tis bestowed.
Not your false prophet, but eternal justice
Has destined me the lot, to die for these:
'Tis fit a sovereign so should pay such subjects;
For subjects such as they are seldom seen,
Who not forsook me at my greatest need;
Nor for base lucre sold their loyalty,
But shared my dangers to the last event,
And fenced them with their own. These thanks I pay you;
[_Wipes his eyes._
And know, that, when Sebastian weeps, his tears
Come harder than his blood.

_M. Mol._ They plead too strongly
To be withstood. My clouds are gathering too,
In kindly mixture with his royal shower.
Be safe; and owe thy life, not to my gift,
But to the greatness of thy mind, Sebastian.
Thy subjects too shall live; a due reward
For their untainted faith, in thy concealment.

_Muf._ Remember, sir, your vow. [_A general shout._

_M. Mol._ Do thou remember
Thy function, mercy, and provoke not blood.

_Mul. Zeyd._ One of his generous fits, too strong to last.
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