SCENE V Bagdad. A room in the Caliph's harem. Anice-Aljalice with many slave-girls attending on her. ANICE-ALJALICE Girls, is he passing ? A SLAVE-GIRL He is passing. ANICE-ALJALICE Quick, my lute! Song The Emperor of Roum is great; The Caliph has a mighty State; But One is greater, to Whom all prayers take wing; And I, a poor and weeping slave, When the world rises from its grave, Shall stand up the accuser of my King. Girls, is he coming up ? A SLAVE-GIRL The Caliph enters. Enter Haroun and Jaafar. HAROUN AL RASHEED

SCENE V Ismenia's antechamber. ISMENIA waiting It is too dark. I can see nothing. Hark! Surely it was the door that fastened then. My heart, control thyself! Thou beat'st too quickly And wilt break in the arms of happiness. Brigida. BRIGIDA Here. Enter, my lord, and take her. ANTONIO Ismenia! ISMENIA Antonio! Oh Antonio! ANTONIO My heart's dearest! BRIGIDA Bring your wit this way. Sir. It is not needed. Exit with Basil. ISMENIA O not thus! You shame me. This is my place, dear, at your feet; and then

SCENE VII Ibn Sawy's house. Nureddene, Anice-Aljalice. NUREDDENE 'Tis Sunjar warns us, he who always loved Our father. ANICE-ALJALICE 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

SCENE II The road through the valley to Dongurh. Toraman, Canaca, Hooshka and Scythians. TORAMAN I know not what impelled these mountain-boars To worry Death with their blunt tusks. This insult I will revenge in kind at first, then take A bloody reckoning. CANACA Fegh! it was a trick even beyond my wits. To put a servant-girl on the throne of Cashmere! All Asia would have been one grin had the jest prospered. TORAMAN They take us for barbarians And thought such gross imposture good enough To puzzle Scythian brains. But I'll so shame The witty clowns, they shall hang down their waggish heads While the

SCENE VI The public square of Bassora. Alzayni on a dais; in front a scaffold on which stand Nureddene, an executioner, Murad and others. Almuene moves between the dais and scaffold. The square is crowded with people. EXECUTIONER Ho! listen, listen, Moslems. Nureddene, Son of Alfazzal, son of Sawy, stands Upon the rug of blood, the man who smote Great Viziers and came armed with forgeries To uncrown mighty Kings. Look on his doom, You enemies of great Alzayni, look and shake. (Low, to Nureddene) My lord, forgive me who am thus compelled, Oh much against my will, to ill-requite Your father's kindly favours.