of that? He has perhaps cured you only in appearance, and not radically; who knows but the medicine he has given you, may in time have pernicious effects?” The Grecian king was not able to discover the wicked design of his vizier, nor had he firmness enough to persist in his first opinion. This discourse staggered him: “Vizier,” said he, “thou art in the right; he may be come on purpose to take away my life, which he may easily do by the smell of his drugs.” When the vizier found the king in such a temper as he wished, “Sir,” said he,
then came to us: “My good maid,” said I, “can you restore my son to his former shape?” “Yes,” she replied, “I can.” “Ah!” said I, “if you do, I will make you mistress of all my fortune.” She answered me, smiling, “You are our master, and I well know what I owe to you; but I cannot restore your son to his former shape, except on two conditions: the