than human, ought to follow the example of God, who has no respect to persons."
Jehangire felt his situation, and signed the warrant for her death.—The dreadful message was delivered to the sultana; she heard it without emotion, "Imprisoned sovereigns," said she, "lose their right to life with their freedom; but permit me for once to see the emperor, and to bathe with my tears the hand that has sealed my doom." She was brought before her husband, in the presence of Mohabat. When in his sight, Jehangire was again sensible of the charms which lost their force in absence. Her beauty shone with additional lustre through her sorrow. She uttered not one word. Jehangire burst into tears; "will you not spare this woman, Mohabat?" said he, "you see how she weeps." Mohabat answered, "The emperor of the Moguls should never ask in vain." The guards retired from her, at a wave of his hand; and she was restored that instant to her former attendants.
Mohabat now had all but the outward pomp of power; and, under the name of the emperor, who, seemed to have forgotten all resentment, governed the kingdom for six months; but Noor-Jehân was busied in schemes, which she concealed even from his penetrating eyes. He was attacked, in the city of Cabul, one morning, when he was coming to pay his respects to the emperor. In revenge, he blocked up the city; and the principal inhabitants laying all the blame on the rabble, came out in the most suppliant manner to Mohabat. Jehangire, who disclaimed all knowledge of it, interceded for them, and only the most notorious ringleaders were punished. This project was defeated, but he determined
