“Ah, Prince,” said she, less surprised than charmed at his presence, “you are here. Why did you not send me notice? Must you condescend to wait for my awaking?”

Mangogul answered the favorite by relating the success of his interview with Cucufa, show’d her the ring, and did not conceal one of its properties from her. “Ah! what a diabolical secret has he given you!” cry’d Mirzoza. “But pray, Prince, do you intend to make any use of it.”

“How,” said the Sultan, “do I intend to use it? I shall begin by you, if you argue with me.” At these terrible words the favorite turn’d pale, trembled, recover’d herself, and conjured the Sultan by Brama, and all the Pagodas of the Indies and Congo, not to try the experiment on her of a secret power, which indicated a diffidence of her fidelity.