having passed in the king of Tartary’s sight, filled him with a multitude of reflections. “How little reason had I,” said he, “to think that none was so unfortunate as myself? It is surely the unavoidable fate of all husbands, since even the sultan my brother, who is sovereign of so-many dominions, and the greatest prince of the earth, could not escape. Such being the case, what a fool am I to kill myself with grief? I am resolved that the remembrance of a misfortune so common shall never more disturb my peace.” From that moment he forbore
one another suitably to their friendship, their consanguinity, and their long separation. The time of supper being come, they ate together, after which they renewed their conversation, which continued till Shierear, perceiving that it was very late, left his brother to repose. The unfortunate Shaw-zummaun retired to bed. Though the conversation