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He called for the Moor's pistol, and amused himself for some time with opening and shutting the pan; at length, taking up his powder horn, he fresh primed it; and turning round to me with a menacing look, said something in Arabic, which I did not understand.
This play was altered by Mrs. Behn, and acted under, the title of the Moor's Revenge. Massacre of Paris, with the death of the Duke of Guise, a Tragedy, played by the Right Honourable the Lord Admiral's servants.
The curious smile still lingered on the Moor's lips as he said, almost in a jesting tone "But you will not try to escape to-day if I let you go into the town for colours?" "I make no promise, Ben-Ahmed. Yet this I may safely say, that I will not try to clear off on my own account.
The view includes some fifteen villages, dotting plains more fertile than any other we had seen in the country. The atmosphere was clear, rendering the comprehensive view very fine, taking in as its foreground both the Alhambra and the Generalife. The visit to the Moor's Seat was not hurried.
Perhaps grave thoughts of what lay before them beyond the bright moor's edge beyond the far blue horizon preoccupied their minds. And each seemed to feel that their play-day was finished seemed already to feel physically the approach of that increasing darkness shrouding the East that hellish mist toward which they both were headed the twilight of the Hun.
So John describes the plan of action, and interests his affianced, who asks more questions about his former visit, not forgetting the marvelous beauty of the Moor's daughter, for she is human. Time flies under such circumstances, and hence it is John suddenly exclaims: "I declare, it's after nine o'clock." "And my headache is gone." At this both laugh.
It is said, and I do not doubt it though it is more than most medical men can say of their patients that no one was ever known to return in quest of further treatment. All this, however, is nothing compared with the Moor's love of fire as a universal panacea.
With these words she shut her fan so abruptly, that it snapped loudly, and tripped on. Ulrich shrugged his shoulders, then turned to the porter more courteously, and this time succeeded in his purpose; for the artist Coello's body-servant came out of the treasury, and willingly announced him to his master, who now, as court-artist, occupied Moor's quarters.
Thereon he kicked over the jar of Schiedam, the contents of which he set on fire with his torch; and keeping fast hold of the old Moor's nose, who in his fright knew not how to resist, dragged him round and round the room, shouting and shrieking all the time like a very demoniac.
Up! quickly! all of you! to Franconia! SCENE I. Rural scenery in the neighborhood of CHARLES VON MOOR'S castle. CHARLES VON MOOR, KOSINSKY, at a distance. CHARLES. Go forward, and announce me. You remember what you have to say? KOSINSKY. You are Count Brand, you come from Mecklenburg. I am your groom. Do not fear, I shall take care to play my part. Sun of my Fatherland!
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