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The Prophet is mild; to his mildness be praises;
he opens to sinners his Paradise!

PEER [his eyes following ANITRA during the dance].

Legs as nimble as drumsticks flitting.
She's a dainty morsel indeed, that wench!
It's true she has somewhat extravagant contours,-
not quite in accord with the norms of beauty.
But what is beauty? A mere convention,-
a coin made current by time and place.
And just the extravagant seems most attractive
when one of the normal has drunk one's fill.
In the law-bound one misses all intoxication.
Either plump to excess or excessively lean;
either parlously young or portentously old;-
the medium is mawkish.-
Her feet-they are not altogether clean;
no more are her arms; in especial one of them.
But that is at bottom no drawback at all.
I should rather call it a qualification-
Anitra, come listen!

ANITRA [approaching].

Thy handmaiden hears!

PEER

You are tempting, my daughter! The Prophet is touched.
If you don't believe me, then hear the proof;-
I'll make you a Houri in Paradise!

ANITRA

Impossible, Lord!