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(The Duke of Albany’s Palace)
my Lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant
Of what mischief I caus’d.
It may be so, Oh Sheikh
Hear O hear, hear Lord of three worlds
Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
To make this kingdom fruitful.
Into her wealth convey sterility;
Dry up her wells, dry up in their outflow;
And from her palm fringed soil never spring
A tribe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child a zero, that he may live
And be a bone ever stuck in her gullet,
Let he stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
And cadent tears cause mothers to mourn:
For the house of bandits dispenses law and
Has done away the tender greens with the sere;
With lashings and highhandedness of impiety
Vile are the guardians of stone and hollow word.
Yet police they highways and by ways
Their moral purpose null, and void the article of law :
Oh hear let them be crushed under the weight
of sins thy have hoisted on all
With tainted bribes have devil’s service done.
Hear, O hear the Lord of three worlds
Let her learn her lesson but not benefit from it
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
Trifle with laws from above, with her own. (Exit.)