Mangogul repeated his trial, and Zaide’s Toy repeated with a soft tender voice: “Zuleiman, dear Zuleiman, how I love thee! how dear thou art to me!”

“Zuleiman,” says the Sultan, “is the happiest mortal of my empire. Let us abandon this place, where the image of a happiness greater than mine is presented to my sight, and afflicts me.” Accordingly he withdrew, and went to his favorite with an air of inquietude and pensiveness.

“Prince,” says she, “what ails you, you say nothing to me of Zaide?”

“Zaide is an adorable woman, madam,” replied Mangogul. “She loves beyond anything that ever loved⁠—”

“So much the worse for her,” says Mirzoza.

“What do you say?” replied the Sultan.