In a few Days after her Manumission, the _Emperor_ sent his chief _Eunuch_, to fetch her to his _Bed-Chamber_: The pious Lady came, but with Hands up-lifted, with an _Alcoran_ held fast between them, told the Emperor, she could not be so happy to partake of the Honour of his Bed now she was no more a Slave, but she would consult the Mufti, and if he could dispense with it, she would with the utmost Joy comply. The _Mufti_, who knew what he was to do, declar’d she could never enter _Mahomet_’s _Paradise_, if she yielded to the Emperor’s Desires without being his Wife. The Emperor, well satisfy’d with the _Mufti_’s Answer, had the Marriage-Rites perform’d, and gave her 5000 _Sultana_’s for her pearly Dowry. Being satisfy’d so far, she now proceeded to procure the Death of _Mustapha_. She got counterfeit Letters convey’d to the Sultan, that shew’d that _innocent_ Prince in a _false_ and _guilty_ Light. But this not having the quick Effect she wish’d, she endeavour’d to cut him off by Poison, but to no purpose, for he escap’d the Trap. She at last procur’d a Letter that _Mustapha_ was contracted to the Daughter of the King of _Persia_. This wrought so much upon _Solyman_, that he dwelt no longer upon the Ruin of his Son. In order to this he sent _Ruftan_ with an Army to fetch his Son. But finding the Prince prepar’d for him, he return’d, told _Solyman_, he was so belov’d by the Army he commanded, that he thought it Prudence to return as he went. This so inrag’d the Emperor, that he went in Person with an Army to _Aleppo_[Y], where he sent for the _unfortunate Prince_; and notwithstanding he was forewarn’d of his Danger, yet he resolv’d to pay Obedience to his Father’s Commands. When he was near the City the crafty _Rustan_ sent several great Officers with the _Janizaries_ to meet him, and then insinuated to the Emperor the Love the People bore him in going in Crouds to meet him. Mustapha approach’d his Father’s Tent with few of his Followers: At the Entrance he threw by his Dagger, as the Custom is when any Person enters the Tent of the _Sultan_. When he had enter’d the inmost Part of the Pavilion, he found but a single _Sofa_ to sit on, which he took for an ill Omen. An Attendant coming in, he ask’d where the Emperor was, who reply’d he would see him presently. The _Prince_ was melancholy, well knowing his Death was approaching; and a few Moments after, the Mutes enter’d and strangled him. The Emperor himself, through another Part of the Tent, beheld the fatal Spectacle. He was so hopeful a Prince, that the Turks, even to this Day, often say, _Gietti Sultan Mustapha_, that is, _Our Hope is lost in_ Mustapha. When the cruel Murder was perform’d, the Emperor met _Zanger_ at the Door of the Pavilion, enquiring for his dear _Mustapha_! The Emperor bid him enter to the inward Tent, and he would find him.