Zobeide would not take back the money from the porter, but said, My
friend, in consenting that you stay with us, I must forewarn you,
that it is not only on condition that you keep secret what we have
required you, but also that you observe exactly the rules of good
manners and civility. In the mean time the charming Amine put off
the apparel she went abroad with, put on her night-gown that she
might be more easy, and covered the table, which she furnished with
several sorts of meat, and upon a side-board she set bottles of wine
and cups of gold. Soon after the ladies took their places, and made
the porter sit down by them, who was overjoyed to see himself at
table with three such admirable beauties. After they had eaten a
little, Amine, who sat next the sideboard, took up a bottle and a
cup, filled out wine, and drank first herself, according to the
custom of the Arabians; then she filled the cup to her sisters, who
drank in course as they sat; and at last she filled it the fourth
time to the porter, who, as he received it, kissed Amine’s hand;
and before he drank, sung a song to this purpose: That as the wind
brings along with it the sweet scents of the perfumed places through
which it passes, so the wine he was going to drink, coming from her
fair hands, received a more exquisite taste than what it had of its
own nature. This song pleased the ladies so much, that each of them
sung another in their turn. In short, they were very merry all
dinner-time, which lasted a long while, and nothing was wanting that
could make it agreeable. The day being almost spent, Safie spoke in
the name of the three ladies, and said to the porter, Arise, and be
gone; it is time for you to depart. But the porter, not willing to
leave so good company, cried, Alas! ladies, whither do you command
me to go in the condition I am in? I am quite beside myself, by what
I have seen since I came hither, and having also drank above my
usual quantity, I shall never find the way home: allow me this night
to repose in any place where you please, for no less time is
necessary for me to recover myself; but go when I will, I shall
leave the best part of myself behind me.
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