One may easily imagine, that he had no business so much in his head this day, as to return to Zaide. He walk’d out of his palace, even without enquiring after Mirzoza, the first time that ever he fail’d in this point. He found Zaide in the same closet as the preceding day, and Zuleiman with her; who held his mistresses hands between his own, and had his eyes fixed on her. Zaide on her knees, and inclining forward, darted glances animated with the most ardent passion on Zuleiman. They continued some time in this attitude: but both in the same instant yielding to the violence of their desires, they rush’d into each others arms, and embraced with eagerness. The profound silence, which had hitherto reigned about them, was disturbed by their sighs, the sound of their mutual kisses, and some inarticulated words, which slip’d from them.

“You love me!”

“I adore you⁠—”

“Will you love me constantly?”

“Alas! the last sigh of my life shall be for Zaide!”