Chapter 16Scene 7

Ibn Sawy’s house. Nureddene, Anice.

NUREDDENE ’Tis Sunjar warns us, he who always loved Our father.

ANICE

Oh, my lord, make haste and flee.

NUREDDENE Whither and how? But come.

Enter Ajebe.

AJEBE

Quick, Nureddene. I have a ship all ready for Bagdad, Sails bellying with fair wind, the pilot’s hand Upon the wheel, the captain on the deck, You only wanting. Flee then to Bagdad And at the mighty Haroun’s hand require Justice upon these tyrants. Oh, delay not.

NUREDDENE O friend! But do me one more service, Ajebe. Pay the few creditors unsatisfied; My father will absolve me when he comes.

AJEBE That’s early done. And take my purse. No fumbling, I will not be denied.

NUREDDENE

Bagdad! (laughing) Why, Anice, Our dream comes true; we hobnob with the Caliph!

Exeunt.