SCENE VII
Ibn Sawy's house.
NUREDDENE
'Tis Sunjar warns us, he who always loved
ANICE-ALJALICE Oh, my lord, make haste and flee.
NUREDDENE Whither and how? But come. Enter Ajebe.
AJEBE
Quick, Nureddene.
NUREDDENE
O friend! But do me one more service, Ajebe. My father will absolve me when he comes.
AJEBE
That's early done. And take my purse. No fumbling,
NUREDDENE
Bagdad! (laughing) Why, Anice, Exeunt. Curtain Page – 671 |