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on my Lover, ſays ſhe, and you are to expect none from me.Scheherazade perceiving Day, ſtopp’d and could go no further.
O Heav’ns! ſays Dinarzade, Siſter, this was a barbarous Enchantreſs indeed! but muſt we ſtop here? Will you not tell us, whether ſhe receiv’d the Chaſtiſement ſhe deſerv’d? My dear Siſter, ſays the Sultaneſs, as I deſire nothing more, than to acquaint you with it to morrow, but you know that depends on the Sultan’s Pleaſure. After what Schahriar had heard, he was ſar from any Deſign to put Scheherazade to Death; on the contrary, ſays he to himſelf, I will not take away her Life, till ſhe has finiſh’d this furpriſing Story, tho’ it ſhould laſt for two Months. It ſhall always be in my Power to keep the Oath I have made.
The Twenty Sixth Night.
AS ſoon as Dinarzade thought it time to call the Sultaneſs, ſhe ſays to her: How much ſhould I be obliged to you, dear Siſter, if you would tell us what paſſed in the Palace of Tears. Schahriar having ſignified that he was as curious to know it as Dinarzade, the Sultaneſs reſum’d the Story of the young enchanted Prince, as follows.
Sir, after the Enchantreſs had given the King, her Husband, an hundred Blows with Bulls Pizzles, ſhe put on again his Covering of Goats Hair, and his Brocado Gown over all; ſhe went afterwards to the Palace of Tears, and as ſhe entred the ſame, ſhe renewed her Tears and Lamentations; then approaching the Bed, where ſhe thought her Gallant was, What Cruelty, cries ſhe, was it to diſturb the Contentment of ſo tender and paſſionate a Lover as I am! O thou who reproacheſt me that I am too inhuman, when I make thee feel the Effects of my Reſentment. Cruel Prince, does not thy Barbariety ſurpaſs my Vengeance? Ah Traitor! in attempting the Life of the Object which I adore, haſt not thou robbed me of mine? Alas! ſays ſhe, addreſſing her ſelf to the Sultan, while ſhe thought ſhe ſpoke to the Black: My Soul, my Life, will you always be ſilent? Are you reſolv’d to let me die,, without giving meſo
