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 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.

Curtain

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