The Usurper, amidst his toying with the Princess, would often endeavour to ingratiate himself with her Nightingale; and while the enraged
Fadlallah
peck'd at him with his Bill, beat his Wings, and shewed all the Marks of an impotent Rage, it only afforded his Rival and the Queen new Matter for their Diversion.
Zemroude
was likewise fond of a little Lap-Dog which she kept in her Apartment, and which one Night happened to die.
The King immediately found himself inclined to quit the shape of the Nightingale, and enliven this new Body. He did so, and the next Morning
Zemroude
saw her favourite Bird lie dead in the Cage. It is impossible to express her Grief on this Occasion, and when she called to mind all its little Actions, which even appeared to have somewhat in them like Reason, she was inconsolable for her Loss.
Her Women immediately sent for the
Dervis