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ought to be as much concerned at it as himself, warmly resented the pretended Moussul merchant’s laughter. “What!” said he, “do you make a jest of me and laugh in my face, or do you believe I laugh at you when I speak seriously?

If you want proof of what I advance, look yourself and see whether or no I tell you the truth ;” with that, stooping down and baring his shoulders, he shewed the caliph the scars and weals which the bastinado had left.

The caliph could not behold these marks of cruelty without horror. He pitied Abou Hassan, and felt sorry he had carried the jest so far. “Come, rise, dear brother,” said he to him eagerly, and embracing Abou Hassan heartily in his arms; “let me go to your house, and enjoy the happiness of being merry with you tonight; and tomorrow, if it please God, all things will go well.”

Abou Hassan, notwithstanding his resolution never to admit the same stranger a second time, could not resist the caresses of the caliph, whom he still took for a merchant of Moussul. “I will consent,” said he, “if you will swear to shut my door after you, that the devil may not come in to distract my brain again.” The caliph promised that he would; upon which they both arose, walked towards the city, and, followed by the caliph’s slave, reached Abou Hassan’s house by the time it was dark.

The caliph, the more to blind Abou Hassan, said to him, “Place confidence in me; I promise you on my honour I will not break my word. You need not hesitate to trust a person who wishes you all happiness and prosperity, of which confidence you will see the effects.” “I desire not that,” said Abou Hassan, stopping him short. “I yield to your importunity; but I dispense with your good wishes, and beg you in God’s name to form none for me. All the mischief that has hitherto befallen me arose from those you expressed for me, and from your leaving the door open.” “Well,”

replied the caliph, still laughing at the misguided imagination of Abou Hassan, “since you will have it so, I promise you I will form none.” “You give me pleasure by speaking so,” said Abou Hassan; “I desire no more; I shall be more than satisfied provided you keep your word, and I shall forgive you all the rest.”

As soon as Abou Hassan entered his house, he called for his mother and for candles, desired his guest to sit down upon a sofa, and then placed himself by him. A little time after, supper was brought up, and they both began to eat without ceremony. When they had done, Abou Hassan’s mother cleared the table, set on a small dessert of fruit, wine, and glasses by her son, then withdrew, and appeared no more. Abou Hassan first filled out his own glass, and then the caliph’s: and after they had drunk some time, and talked of indifferent matters, the caliph, perceiving that his host grew warm with liquor, began to talk of love, and asked him if he had ever felt that passion.

“Brother,” replied Abou Hassan, familiarly thinking his guest was his equal, “I never looked upon love or marriage but as a slavery, to which I was always unwilling to submit; and must own to you, that I never loved any thing but good cheer and good wine; in short, to divert and entertain myself agreeably with my friends. Yet I do not tell you that I am indifferent to marriage, or incapable of attachment, if I could meet with a woman of such beauty and sweetness of temper as her I saw in my dream that fatal night in which I first received you into my house, and you, to my misfortune, left my door open, who would pass the whole night with me drinking, singing, and playing on some instrument, and in agreeable conversation, and who would study to please and divert me: I believe, on the contrary, I should change all my indifference into a perfect attachment to such a person, and, I think, should live very happily with her. But where is such a woman to be found except in the caliph’s palace, or in those of the grand vizier or some great lords of the court, who want not money to provide them? I choose therefore to stick to my bottle, which is a much cheaper pleasure, and which I can enjoy as well as the greatest.” Saying these words, he filled out his own and the caliph’s glass, and said, “Come, take your glass, and let us pursue this charming pleasure.”

When they had drunk off their wine, “It is great pity,” said the caliph, “that so gallant a man as you, who owns himself not insensible of love, should lead so solitary a life.” “I prefer the easy quiet life I live,” replied Abou Hassan, “before the company of a wife, whose beauty might not please me, and who, besides, might create me a great deal of trouble by her imperfections and ill-humour.” The conversation lasted a long time, and the caliph seeing Abou Hassan had drunk to the pitch he desired, said, “Let me alone, since you have the same good taste as every other honest man, I warrant you I will find you a wife that shall please you.” Then taking Abou Hassan’s glass, and putting a pinch of the same powder into it, filled him up a bumper, and presenting it to him, said, “Come, let us drink beforehand the fair lady’s health, who is to make you happy. I am sure you will like her.”

Abou Hassan took the glass laughing, and shaking his head, said, “Be it so; since you desire it, I cannot be guilty of so great a piece of incivility, nor disoblige a guest of so much merit in such a trifling matter. I will drink the health of the lady you promise me, though I am very well contented as I am, and do not rely on your keeping your word.” No sooner had Abou Hassan drank off his bumper, than he was seized with as deep a sleep as before; and the caliph ordered the same slave to take him and carry him to the palace. The slave obeyed, and the caliph, who did not intend to send back Abou Hassan as before, shut the door after him, as he had promised, and followed.

When they arrived at the palace, the caliph ordered Abou Hassan to be laid on a sofa, in the fourth hall, from whence he had been carried home fast asleep a month before; but first he bade the attendants to put him on the same habit in which he had acted the caliph, which was done. He then charged all the eunuchs, officers, ladies, and musicians who were in the hall, when he drank the last glass of wine which had put him to sleep, to be there by daybreak, and to take care to act their parts well when he should awake. He then retired to rest, charging Mesrour to awake him before they went into the hall, that he might conceal himself in the closet as before.

Mesrour, at the hour appointed, awakened the caliph, who immediately rose, and went to the hall where Abou Hassan lay still asleep, and when he had placed himself in his closet, Mesrour and the other officers, ladies, and musicians, who waited for him, went in, and placed themselves about the sofa, so as not to hinder the caliph from seeing what passed, and noticing all his actions.

Things being thus disposed, and the caliph’s powder having had its effect, Abou Hassan began to awake without opening his eyes, and threw off the phlegm, which was received in a gold basin as before. At that instant, the seven bands of singers joined their voices to the sound of hautboys, fifes, flutes, and other instruments, forming a very agreeable concert. Abou Hassan was in great surprise to hear the delightful harmony; but when he opened his eyes, and saw the ladies and officers about him, whom he thought he recognized, his amazement increased. The hall that he was in seemed to be the same he had seen in his first dream, and he observed the same lustres, and the same furniture and ornaments.

The concert ceased, to give the caliph an opportunity of attending to the countenance of his guest, and all that he might say in his surprise. The ladies, Mesrour, and all the officers of the chamber, waited in profound and respectful silence. Abou Hassan bit his finger, and cried loud enough for the caliph to hear him, “Alas! I am fallen again into the same dream and illusion that happened to me a month ago, and must expect again the bastinado and grated cell at the madhouse. Almighty God,”

added he, “I commit myself into the hands of thy divine providence. He was a wicked man that I entertained at my house last night, who has been the cause of this illusion, and the hardships I must again undergo. The base wretch swore to shut the door after him, but did not, and the devil came in and has turned my brain with this wicked dream of being commander of the faithful, and other phantoms which bewitch my eyes. God confound thee, Satan? and crush thee under some mountain of stones.”

After these words, Abou Hassan closed his eyes, and remained some time thoughtful and much perplexed; then opening them again, and looking about him, cried out a second time with less surprise, and smiling at the various objects before him, “Great God! I commit myself into the hands of thy providence, preserve me from the temptation of Satan.” Then shutting them again, he said, “I will go to sleep until Satan leaves me, and returns as he came, were I to wait till noon.” They did not give him time to go to sleep again as he promised himself; for Strength of Hearts, one of the ladies whom he had seen before, approached, and sitting down on the sofa by him, said to him respectfully, “Commander of the faithful, I entreat your majesty to forgive me for taking the liberty to tell you not to go to sleep; day appears, and it is time to rise.” “Begone, Satan!” answered Abou Hassan, raising his voice; but looking at the lady, he said, “Is it me you call the commander of the faithful? Certainly you take me for somebody else.” “It is to your majesty I give that title,” replied the lady, “to whom it belongs, as you are sovereign of the world, and I am your most humble slave. Undoubtedly,” added she, “your majesty means to divert yourself by pretending to have forgotten yourself, or this is the effect of some troublesome dream; but if you would but open your eyes, the mists which disturb your imagination would soon be dispelled, and you would find yourself in your own palace, surrounded by your officers and slaves, who all wait your commands: and that your majesty may not be surprised to find yourself in this hall, and not in bed, I beg leave to inform you, that you fell so suddenly asleep last night, that we were unwilling to awake you, to conduit you to your chamber, but laid you carefully upon this sofa.” In short, she said to him so many things which appeared probable, that at last he sat up, opened his eyes, and recollected her and all the ladies again. They all approached him, and she who spoke first, resuming the discourse, said, “Commander of the faithful, and vicar of the prophet on earth, be not displeased if I acquaint your majesty once more that it is time to rise, for day appears.”

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