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SCENE VI
The palace at Bassora.
So it is written here. Hot interchange
Alfazzal then
'Tis strange, he sends no tidings of the motion
'Tis too dangerous
Great dangers justify Page – 665
Haroun al Rasheed
Giants are mortal, friend, be but our swords Exit Solar. My state is desperate, if Haroun lives;
He's sudden and deadly, when his anger bursts. Enter Murad.
Murad, the time draws near. The Caliph comes
My blade is sharp and what I do is sudden.
My gallant Turk! Thou shalt rise high, believe it.
But Kings like thee VOICE WITHOUT
Justice! Justice! Justice, King!
Who cries beneath my window? Chamberlain! Enter Sunjar. Page – 666
An Arab daubed with mud and dirt, all battered,
Bring him here. Exit Sunjar. It is some brawl. Enter Sunjar with Almuene. Thou, Vizier! Who has done this thing to thee?
Mahomed, son of Suleyman! Sultan Alzayni! Abbasside! how shalt thou long Have friends, if the King's enemies may slay In daylight, here, in open Bassora The King's best friends because they love the King?
Name them at once and choose their punishment.
Alfazzal's son, that brutal profligate,
Nureddene!
Upon what quarrel?
A year ago Alfazzal bought a slave-girl Page – 667
Your royal nose too base to smell at it,
Is't so ? our loved and trusted Ibn Sawy!
This profligate squandering away his wealth Brought her to market; there I saw her and bid Her fair full price. Whereat he stormed at me With words unholy; yet I answered mild, "My son, not for myself, but the King's service I need her." He with bold and furious looks, "Dog, Vizier of a dog, I void on thee And on thy Sultan." With which blasphemy He seized me, rolled in the mire, battered with blows, Kicks, pullings of the beard, then dragged me back And flung me at his slave-girl's feet, who, proud Of her bold lover, footed my grey head Repeatedly and laughed, "This for thy King, Thy dingy stingy King who with so little Would buy a slave-girl sole in all the world".
Great Hasheem's vein cords all the Sultan's forehead.
The dog has murdered both of them with his.
Now by the Prophet, my forefather! Out, Page – 668
Sack Sawy's mansion, raze it to the ground.
Sultan,—
He's doomed who speaks a word for them. Exit.
Brother-in-law Murad, fetch your handsome brother.
Vizier,
I'll wash, then forth in holiday attire Exit.
What will you do ?
Sunjar, a something swift and desperate.
Run not on danger. Exit Sunjar. Page – 669
Do so. What will Doonya say Exit. Page – 670 |