me a coarse stuff of goat’s hair, and over that this robe of brocade, not to honour, but to mock me. When he came to this part of the narrative, the young king could not restrain his tears; and the sultan was himself so affected by the relation, that he could not find utterance for any words of consolation. Shortly after, the young king, lifting up his eyes to heaven, exclaimed, “Mighty creator of all things, I submit myself to thy judgments, and to the decrees of thy providence: I endure my calamities with patience, since it is thy will things
hast told me, thou may’st very well stay there till the day of judgment. I begged of thee in God’s name not to take away my life, and thou didst reject my prayers; I am obliged to treat thee in the same manner.” The genie omitted nothing that he thought likely to prevail with the fisherman: “Open the vessel,” said he, “give me my liberty, and