Well art thou known, aye! all too well of me!"
"O dog! I am thy Khalif! by a hair
Thy life hangs raveling."
"Though it dangle there
And rot to nothing, still upon thy head
Would curses shower!—Of thy dwelling place
Would Allah be forgetful!—Go thy ways,
Hisham ben Merwan, king of many words,
Few generosities!"...
A flash of swords