every day a new marriage, I conjure you, by the tender affection you bear me, to procure me the honour of his bed.” The vizier could not hear this without horror. “O heaven!” he replied in a passion, “have you lost your senses, daughter, that you make such a dangerous request? You know the sultan has sworn, that he will never lie above one night with the same woman, and to command her to be killed the next morning; would you then have me propose you to him? Consider well to what your indiscreet zeal will expose you.” “Yes, dear father,” replied

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