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Knock and it shall be opened—look and, lo!
The coming age is shadowed on the past
As on a glass.

Mahmud.
Wild, wilder thoughts convulse
My spirit—Did not Mahomet the Second
Win Stamboul?

Ahasuerus.
Thou would'st ask that giant spirit
The written fortunes of thy house and faith.
Thou would'st cite one out of the grave to tell
How what was born in blood must die.

Mahmud.
Thy words
Have power on me! I see ———

Ahasuerus.
What hearest thou?

Mahmud.
A far whisper———
Terrible silence.

Ahasuerus.
What succeeds?

Mahmud.
The sound (⁶)
As of the assault of an imperial city,