"Christian Knight," began the Monarch ("knight" was diplomat for "dog"),
"There is something in your Treaty, that I relish—like roast hog.
Know Morocco is no home for Factories and Colossal Stores;
And the omnipresent Bagman is a bugbear to my Moors!
"All my Cadis, all my ladies, wish at—Hades Western Trade.
You must make large alterations in the Treaty we've half made;
Shape it not in Christian interests, Christian Knight, but in MAHOUND's,
And—incline thine ear!—I'll give thee, Christian, Thirty Thousand Pounds!!!"
Enter black slave bearing Treasure! Rangèd bags of glittering gold!
Then upspake brave EUAN-SMITHEZ. "Hold, base Sultan; minion, hold!