“Ah!⁠—Ah!⁠—Pray stop, Orgogli;⁠—you melt me excessively⁠—Ah!⁠—Ah!⁠—There’s no bearing it⁠—”

The audience listened, and look’d towards the place whence the voice proceeded: and the word ran through the pit, that it was a Toy that made the speech. “Which Toy,” says one, “and what has it said?” And without waiting for an answer, there was a general clap and cry: Encore, encore. The author, who was behind the scenes, fearing that this unlucky accident might interrupt the representation of his piece, foamed with rage, and gave the whole race of Toys to Belzebub. The noise was great and lasting; and had it not been for the respect due to the Sultan, the play would have stop’d short at this incident: but Mangogul made a sign for silence; the actors resumed their parts, and went through the play.

The Sultan, curious to know the consequences of so public a declaration, caused the Toy that made it, to be observed. Word was soon brought him, that the player was to go from the stage to Eriphila’s house. He prevented him, thanks to the power of his ring, and was in this lady’s apartment when Orgogli sent in his name.