always his finger to his mouth, until the poison with which each leaf was imbued, coming to have its effect, the prince found himself suddenly taken with an extraordinary fit, his eye-sight failed, and he fell down at the foot of the throne in violent convulsions. When the physician Douban, or rather his head, saw that the poison had taken effect, and that the king had but a few moments to live; “Tyrant,” it cried, “now you see how princes are treated, who, abusing their authority, cut off innocent men: God punishes soon or late their injustice
had come to ask alms, presented himself before me in my shop. I said to him, “God help you.” He returned my salutation, and continued, “Is it possible you do not know me?” Upon this I looked at him narrowly, and recognised him: “Ah, brother,” cried I, embracing him, “how could I know you in this condition?” I made him come into my house, and asked