One felt his breast turn and exclaimed, "I'm sick."

A wench poured aromatics on the fire,

And thus perfumed the air. For Paris now

They're off, to see the great Abd-el-Azyz.

The Christians packed them like a cricket-swarm,

Between the sea and church, upon the wharf

He drew them, wonders promising, and led

Them but to beggary.

He takes them to

His land to show them to the chief of all