[A Shout Within.]

MAHMUD: Evil, doubtless; Like all human sounds. Let me converse with spirits.

HASSAN: That shout again.

MAHMUD: This Jew whom thou hast summoned—

HASSAN: Will be here—

MAHMUD: When the omnipotent hour to which are yoked He, I, and all things shall compel—enough! Silence those mutineers—that drunken crew, That crowd about the pilot in the storm. Ay! strike the foremost shorter by a head! They weary me, and I have need of rest. Kinks are like stars—they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.