"Jew of a fisherman, you are lucky that I do not scratch your face."
They returned to their house. Si Mahomet climbed upon the roof. The daughter of the King perceived him, and said:
"Come here."
The monkey approached.
"Truly you have lied. Why did you tell me that the son of the Sultan of India was a distinguished person?"
"Is he a worthless fellow?"
"We furnished the room with silken rugs, he took off his sandals. We gave him food, and he ate like a servant. We offered him some coffee, and he licked his fingers."
The monkey answered: "We had just come out of the coffeehouse. He had taken too much wine and was drunken, and not master of himself. That is why he ate so much."
"Well," replied the princess, "come to the palace again tomorrow, but do not take him to the coffee-house first."
The next day they set out. On the way the monkey said to the fisherman: "Jew of a fisherman, if to-day you take off your sandals or eat too much or drink all your coffee, look out for yourself. Drink a little only, or I will scratch your eyes out."