Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two SticksLe Sage, Alain René
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Asmodeus; or, The Devil on Two Sticks
Le Sage, Alain René
Devil -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Good and evil -- Fiction; Madrid (Spain) -- Fiction
"Signor," replied the Toledan, with embarrassment, "I cannot control
my astonishment at hearing one of the greatest princes of the Ottoman
empire avow his intention of so far humbling himself as to wed with
a slave. I know that this is not without precedent; but, for the
illustrious Mezzomorto, who might aspire to the daughter of the
highest in the service of the Sultan, to"--"I agree to what you say,"
interrupted the Dey; "I might marry with the daughter of the Grand
Vizier, and even hope to succeed him in his office: but I have great
wealth, and small ambition. I prefer repose, and the delights I enjoy
here in my vice-royalty, to the dangerous honours to which we are no
sooner elevated, than the fear of our sovereign, or the jealousy of the
envious who surround him, prepares for us a fall. Besides, I love this
slave; and her beauty and virtue render her worthy of the rank to which
my affection calls her.
"It is however necessary," he added, "that she should at once renounce
her religion, to attain the honour for which I destine her. Think you
that absurd prejudices will induce her to despise that honour?" "No,
Signor," replied Don Juan; "I am persuaded that on reflection, she will
hold her faith as too small a sacrifice to your love. But, permit me to
say that this should not be proposed too hastily. There is no doubt
that the idea of abandoning the creed she lisped almost on her mother's
bosom will at first revolt her: give her therefore time to reflect
on the inducements to a change. When she remembers that, instead of
using your power over her person, and then abandoning her to grow old
among the neglected slaves of your caprice, you seek to unite her to
yourself for ever, by a marriage which crowns her with honour, her
gratitude--her woman's vanity--will by degrees vanquish her scruples.
Defer therefore for a week, at least, the execution of your design."
The Dey remained for some time in deep thought: the delay that his
confidant proposed suited but ill to his desires; nevertheless, the
counsel appeared judicious. "I yield to your advice, Alvaro," at last
he said, "impatient as I am to press the lovely captive to my heart. I
will wait a week, as you request. Go!" he continued, "see her at once,
and dispose her to fulfil my wishes, when that time shall have passed.
I am anxious that Alvaro, who so well has tutored the fair one to my
will, should have the honour of tendering to her my hand."
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