Enter an Attendant

ATTENDANT:
Your Sublime Highness,
The Jew, who—

MAHMUD:
Could not come more seasonably:
Bid him attend. I’ll hear no more! too long _640
We gaze on danger through the mist of fear,
And multiply upon our shattered hopes
The images of ruin. Come what will!
To-morrow and to-morrow are as lamps
Set in our path to light us to the edge _645
Through rough and smooth, nor can we suffer aught
Which He inflicts not in whose hand we are.