SCENE THIRD(Night. An encampment of Moroccan troops on the edge of the desert. Watchfires, with SOLDIERS resting by them.)
(enters, tearing his hair).
Gone is the Emperor's milk-white charger!
(enters, rending his garments).
The Emperor's sacred robes are stolen!
A hundred stripes upon the foot-soles
for all who fail to catch the robber!
(The troopers mount their horses, and gallop away in every direction.)