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\nSCENE II <\/font><\/b><\/span>\n\t<\/div>\n

\n

\n <\/div>\n

\n

\n <\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\nIbn Sawy’s house. A room in the women’s
\napartments.
\nAmeena, Doonya.<\/i><\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHas he come in ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe has.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFor three long days!
\nI will reprove him \u2014 call him to me, Doonya.
\nI will be stern.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThat’s right. Lips closer there!
\nAnd just try hard to frown. That’s mildly grim
\nAnd ought to shake him. Now you spoil all by laughing.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAway, you madcap! Call him here.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe culprit
\nPresents himself unsummoned.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nEnter Nureddene.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>(at the door)<\/i><\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAyoob, Ayoob!
\nA bowl of sherbet in my chamber.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n(entering)<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWell, mother,
\nHere I am back, your errant gadabout,
\nYour vagabond scapegrace, tired of truancy
\nAnd very hungry for my mother’s arms.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 595<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIt’s good to see you smile!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy dearest son!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhy, Doonya, cousin, what wild face is this
\n?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDOONYA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis is a frown, a frown, upon my forehead.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nDo you not tremble when you see it? No?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo tell you the plain truth, my wandering
\nbrother,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWe both were practising a careful grimness<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd meant to wither you with darting flames<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFrom basilisk eyes and words more sharp than
\nswords,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBurn you and frizzle into simmering cinders.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOh, you’ld have been a dolorous spectacle<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBefore we had finished with you! Ask her
\nelse.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHeed her not, Nureddene. But tell me, child,
\nIs this well done to wander vagrant-like
\nLeaving your mother to anxieties
\nAnd such alarms ? Oh, we will have to take
\nSome measure with you! \u201e<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOh, now, now, we are stern!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMother, I only range abroad and learn
\nOf manners and of men to fit myself
\nFor the after-time.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTrue, true, and of the taste
\nOf different wines and qualities of girls;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 596<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nWhat eyes Damascus sends, the Cairene sort,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBagdad’s red lips and Yemen’s willowy
\nfigures,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWho has the smallest waist in Bassora,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr who the shapeliest little foot
\nmoon-bright<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBeneath her anklets. These are sciences<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd should be learned by sober masculine
\ngraduates.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShould they not, cousin?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThese too are not amiss,
\nDoonya, for world-wise men. And do you think,
\nDear Mother, I could learn the busy world
\nHere, in your lap, within the shadowy calm
\nOf women’s chambers?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo, child, no. You see,
\nDoonya, it is not all so bad, this wandering.
\nAnd I am sure they much o’erstate his faults
\nWho tell of them.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOh, this is very grim!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut, Nureddene, you must not be so wild;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOr when we are gone, what will you do, if
\nnow
\nYou learn no prudence ? All your patrimony
\nYou’ll waste, \u2014 and then ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThen, mother, life begins.
\nI shall go forth, a daring errant-knight,
\nTo my true country out in Faeryland;<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nWander among the Moors, see Granada,
\nThe delicate city made of faery stone,
\nCairo, Tangier, Aleppo, Trebizond;<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 597<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nOr in the East, where old enchantment
\ndwells,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFind Pekin of the wooden piles, Delhi<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOf the idolaters, its brazen pillar<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd huge seven-storied temples
\nsculpture-fretted,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd o’er romantic regions quite unknown<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPreach Islam, sword in hand; sell bales of
\nspice<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFrom Bassora to Java and Japan;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThen on through undiscovered islands, seas<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd Oceans yet unnamed; yes, everywhere<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nCatch Danger by the throat where I can find
\nhim, \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDOONYA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nButcher blood-belching dragons with my
\nblade,
\nCut ogres, chop giants, tickle cormorants, \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThen in some land, I have not settled which,
\n\u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nCall it Cumcatchia or Nonsensicum.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMarry a Soldan’s daughter, sweet of eye .’
\nAnd crowned with gracious hair, deserving her
\nBy deeds impossible: conduct her armies
\nAgainst her foemen, enter iron-walled
\nCities besieged with the loud clang of war,
\nRescue imperilled kingdoms, ‘mid the smoke
\nOf desperate cities slay victorious kings,
\nAnd so extend my lady’s empire wide \u2014<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFrom Bassora to the quite distant moon.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThere I shall reign with beauty and
\nsplendour round<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 598<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIn a great palace built of porphyry,
\nMarble and jasper, with strange columns made
\nOf coral and fair walls bright-arabesqued
\nOn which the Koran shall be written out
\nIn sapphires and in rubies. I will sit
\nDrinking from, cups of gold delightful wine,
\nWatching slow dances, while the immortal strain
\nOf music wanders to its silent home.
\nAnd I shall have bright concubines and slaves
\nAround me crowding all my glorious home
\nWith beautiful faces, thick as stars in heaven.
\nMy wealth shall be so great that I can spend
\nMillions each day nor feel the want. I’ll give
\nTill there shall be no poor in all my realms,
\nNor any grieved; for I shall every night,
\nLike Haroun al Rasheed, the mighty Caliph,
\nWander disguised with Jaafar and Mesrour
\nRedressing wrongs, repressing Almuenes,
\nAnd set up noble men like my dear father
\nIn lofty places, giving priceless boons,
\nAn unseen Providence to all mankind.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDOONYA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd you will marry me, dear Nureddene<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo Jaafar, your great Vizier, so that we<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nShall never part, but every blessed night<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nDrink and be merry in your halls, and live<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFelicitously for ever and for aye,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSo long as full moons shine and brains go
\nwrong<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd wine is drunk. I make my suit to you
\nfrom now,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nCaliph of Faeryland.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYour suit is granted.
\nAnd meanwhile, Doonya, I amuse myself
\nWith nearer kingdoms, Miriam’s wavy locks
\nAnd Shazarath-al-Durr’s sweet voice of song.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 599<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tDOONYA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd meanwhile, brother, till you get your
\nkingdom,
\nWe shall be grim, quite grim.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA<\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYour father’s angry.
\nI have not known him yet so moved. My child,
\nDo not force us to punish you.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWith kisses?
\nLook, Doonya, at these two dear hypocrites,
\nShe with her gentle honey-worded threats,
\nHe with his stormings. Pooh! I care not for you.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNot care!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo, not a jot for him or you,
\nMy little mother, or only just so much
\nAs a small kiss is worth.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA
\n\t<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI told you, Doonya,
\nHe was the dearest boy in all the world,
\nThe best, the kindest.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOh yes, you told me that.
\nAnd was the dearest boy in all the world
\nRummaging the regions for the dearest girl,
\nWhile the admiring sun danced round the welkin
\nA triple circuit?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI have found her, Doonya.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 600<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tDOONYA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe backward glance ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tA<\/font>MEENA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYour father!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEnter Ibn Sawy.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAmeena,
\nI’m called to the palace; something is afoot.
\nAh, rascal! ah, you villain! you have come?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSir, a long hour.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nRogue! scamp! what do you mean?
\nKnave, is my house a caravanserai
\nFor you to lodge in when it is your pleasure ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt is the happiest home in Bassora,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhere the two kindest parents in the world<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nExcuse their vagabond son.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHum! well! What, fellow,
\nYou will buy trinkets ? You will have me dunned ?
\nAnd fleeced ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDid he dun you ? I hope he asked
\nA fitting price; I told him to.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSir, sir,
\nWhat game is this to buy your hussies trinkets<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 601<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd send your father in the bill ? Who
\ntaught you
\nThis rule of conduct ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou, sir.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI, rascal?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou told me
\nThat debt must be avoided like a sin.
\nWhat other way could I avoid it, sir,
\nYet give the trinket?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nLogic of impudence ?
\nTell me, you curled wine-bibbing Aristotle,
\nDid I tell you also to have mistresses
\nAnd buy them trinkets ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNot in so many words.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSo many devils!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBut since you did not marry me
\nNor buy a beautiful slave for home delight,
\nI thought you’ld have me range outside for pleasures
\nTo get experience of the busy world.
\nIf ’twas an oversight, it may be mended.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI’m dumb!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 602<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere is a Persian Muazzim sells,
\nWhom buy for me, \u2014 her rate’s ten thousand pieces \u2014<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA Persian! Muazzim sells! ten thousand
\npieces!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n(to himself)<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhere grows this tangle ? I become afraid.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhom buy for me, I swear I’ll be at home,
\nQuite four days out of seven.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHear me, young villain!
\nI’m called to the palace, but when I return,
\nLook to be bastinadoed, look to be curried
\nIn boiling water, (aside)<\/i> I must blind him well.
\nTen days I shall be busy with affairs,
\nThen for your slave-girl. Bid the broker keep her.
\nOh, I forgot! I swore to pull your curls
\nFor your offences.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nN<\/font>UREDDENE <\/font><\/p>\n

\nI must not let you, sir;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThey are no longer my own property.
\nThere’s not a lock that has not been bespoken
\nFor a memento.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI<\/font>BN
\n\t<\/font>S<\/font>AWY
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat! What! Impudent rascal!<\/font><\/p>\n

\n(aside)<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nYou handsome laughing rogue! Hear, Ameena,
\nLet Doonya sleep with Anice every night.
\nNo, come, hear farther.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nExit with Ameena.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 603<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nO Doonya, Doonya, tall, sweet, laughing
\nDoonya!
\nI am in love, \u2014 drowned, strangled, dead with longing.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor the world’s .Persian? But she’s sold by
\nnow.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI asked Muazzim.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA quite absolute liar.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nO if she is, I’ll leave all other cares
\nAnd only seek her through an empty world.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhat, could one backward glance sweep you so
\nforward ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhy, <\/b>Doonya!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBrother, I know a thing I know
\nYou do not know. A sweet bird sang it to me
\nIn an upper chamber.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDoonya, you’re full of something,
\nAnd I must hear it. .<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhat will you give me for it?
\nNone of your night-hawk kisses, cousin mine!
\nBut a mild loving kind fraternal pledge
\nI’ll not refuse.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 604<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYou are the wickedest, dearest girl
\nIn all the world, the maddest sweetest sister
\nA sighing lover ever had. Now tell me.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDOONYA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\n <\/font>More,
\nmore! I must be flattered.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNo more. Come, mischief,
\nYou’ll keep me in suspense ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nPulls her ears.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nEnough, enough!
\nThe Persian \u2014 listen and perpend, O lover!
\nLend ear while I unfold my wondrous tale,
\nA tale long, curled and with a tip, \u2014 Oh Lord!
\nI’ll clip my tale. The Persian’s bought for you
\nAnd in the upper chambers.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nDoonya, Doonya!
\nBut those two loving hypocrites, \u2014<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAll’s meant<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nTo be surprise.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSurprise me no surprises.
\nI am on fire, Doonya, I am on fire.
\nThe upper chambers ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nStop, stop! You do not know;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThere is an ogre at her door, a black<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 605<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nWhite-tusked huge-muscled hideous grinning
\ngiant,
\nOf mood uproarious, horrible of limb,
\nAn Ethiopian fell yelped Harkoos.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tNUREDDENE <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe eunuch! <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tDOONYA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nStop, stop, stop. He has a sword,
\nA fearful, forceful, formidable blade.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tN<\/font>UREDDENE
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYour eunuch and his sword! I mount to heaven
\nAnd who shall stop me ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nExit.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tD<\/font>OONYA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nStop, stop! yet stop! He’s off
\nLike bolt from bowstring. Now the game’s afoot
\nAnd Bassora’s Sultan, Mahomed Alzayni,
\nMay whistle for his slave-girl. I am Fate,
\nFor I upset the plans of Viziers and of Kings.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nExit.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

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