The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 01 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 01 (of 10)
Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Folklore -- Arab countries
honour of blackamoor men (and deem not our manliness to be the poor
manliness of white men), from to-day forth if thou stay away till this
hour, I will not keep company with thee nor will I glue my body with
thy body and strum and belly-bump. Dost play fast and loose with us,
thou cracked pot, that we may satisfy thy dirty lusts? stinkard! bitch!
vilest of the vile whites!" When I heard his words, and saw with my own
eyes what passed between these two wretches, the world waxed dark
before my face and my soul knew not in what place it was. But my wife
humbly stood up weeping before and wheedling the slave, and saying, "O
my beloved, and very fruit of my heart, there is none left to cheer me
but thy dear self; and, if thou cast me off who shall take me in, O my
beloved, O light of my eyes?" And she ceased not weeping and abasing
herself to him until he deigned be reconciled with her. Then was she
right glad and stood up and doffed her clothes, even to her
petticoat-trousers, and said, "O my master what hast thou here for thy
handmaiden to eat?" "Uncover the basin," he grumbled, "and thou shalt
find at the bottom the broiled bones of some rats we dined on; pick at
them, and then go to that slop-pot where thou shalt find some leavings
of beer[123] which thou mayest drink." So she ate and drank and washed
her hands, and went and lay down by the side of the slave, upon the
cane-trash and, stripping herself stark naked, she crept in with him
under his foul coverlet and his rags and tatters. When I saw my wife,
my cousin, the daughter of my uncle, do this deed[124] "I clean lost my
wits, and climbing down from the roof, I entered and took the sword
which she had with her and drew it, determined to cut down the twain. I
first struck at the slave's neck and thought that the death decree had
fallen on him:"——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to
say her permitted say.
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Now when it was the Eighth Night,
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