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Aſſiſtance. ’Tis impoſſible you can ſtay any longer in a City where all the Objects you ſee muſt renew your Grief: My Veſſel is at your Service, where you may abſolutely command as you ſhall think fit. He accepted the Offer, and we diſcourſed the remaining part of the Night about our Embarkment.

As ſoon as it was Day we left the Palace, and came aboard my Ship, where we found my Siſters, the Captain and my Slaves, all very much troubled for my Abſence. After I had preſented my Siſters to the Prince, I told them what had hinder’d my Return to the Veſſel the Day before, how I had met with the young Prince, his Story, and the Cauſe of the Deſolation of ſo fine a City.

The Seamen were taken up ſeveral Days unlading the Merchandize I brought along with me, and embarking, inſtead of that, all the precious things in the Palace, as Jewels, Gold and Money. We left the Furniture and Goods, which conſiſted of an infinite Quantity of Plate, &c. becauſe our Veſſel could not carry it, for it would have required ſeveral Veſſels more to carry all the Riches to Bagdad, that was in our Option to take with us.

After we had laded the Veſſel with what we thought fit, we took ſuch Proviſions and Water aboard as were neceſſary for our Voyage, (for we had ftill a great deal of thoſe Proviſions left that we took in at Balſora) at laſt we ſet Sail with a Wind as favourable as we could wiſh.

Here Scheherazade ſaw Day, and ſtopt her Diſcourſe: The Sultan aroſe without ſpeaking a Word, but ha propos’d to himſelf to hear the end of Zobeide’s Story, and the wonderful Deliverance of this young, Prince.


The Sixty Sixth Night.


WHEN the enſuing Night was almoſt gone, Dinarzade being impatient to know the Succeſs of Zobeide’s Voyage, called to the Sultaneſs: My dear Siſter, Day begins to break, for God’s ſake continue the Story of yeſternight, and tell us whether the young Prince and Zobeide arriv’d ſafe at Bagdad. I will, ſays Scheherazade, Zobeide addreſſing her ſelf to the Caliph went on thus,

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