As one fit for contempt, thou lack'st no part
Of my disdain!—Allah! I would not own
A dog of thine for friend, no other known!
Poor though I be, thou tyrant mixed with ass!"
And flung him, rags and rage, into the grass.
Incensed, astonished, frowning furiously,
Said Hisham, "Slave! thou know'st me not, I see!"
Calmly the youth, "Aye, verily I know!—
O mannerless! who would command me so,
Except thyself, ere he said 'Peace to thee'?