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I hope the Jade will be Turkefied with a vengeance, and have Circumcision in abundance; and the Devil shall ransom her for old Francisco. Jac. Hah, the old Gentleman! Fran. What, the Frolick is to go round, I see, you Women have a happy time on't. Guz. Men that have kind Wives may be as happy; you'll have the honour of being made a Cuckold, Heaven be prais'd. Fran.
Fran. I say, Peace thou over-grown Turk. Guz. Thou Spanish Cur. Fran. Why, you're a Mahometan Bitch, and you go to that. Guz. Death, I'll dissect the bald-pated Slave. Fran. I defy thee, thou foul filthy Cabbage-head, for I am mad, and will be valiant. Car. What Insolence is this! Mutes strangle him. Jul. Mercy, dread Sir, I beg my Husband's life. Car.
The Caspian is now nothing more nor less than a Russian salt-water lake. The harbor of Bunder Guz is so shallow that one may ride horseback into the sea for nearly a mile. The steamers have to load and unload at a floating dock a mile and a half from shore.
My Lord, a Barge from the Galley is just arriv'd at the Garden-Stairs. Enter Guzman. Car. I'll retire then, and fit me for my part of this Farce. Guz. My Lord, you must retire, they're just bringing the Old Gentleman ashore. Car. Prithee how does he take his Captivity? Guz.
Ay, Sir, I thank ye, pray, under the Rose, how does my Wife please his Grace the Great Turk? Guz. Murmuring again, thou Slave. Fran. Who, I? O Lord, Sir! not I, why, what hurt is there in being a Cuckold? Guz. Hurt, Sirrah, you shall be swinged into a belief, that it is an honour for the Great Turk to borrow your Wife. Fran.
Or, if he be not, he's old, and past service, we'll kill the Christian Dog out of the way. Fran. Oh, hold, hold, I'm no Christian, Gentlemen; but as errant a Heathen as your selves. Guz. Bind him strait, neck and heels, and clap him under hatches. Jul. Oh, spare him, Sir, look on his Reverend Age. Guz. Fran. Hah, my Wife! My Wife ravish'd oh, I'm dead. Jul.
A most admirable Scene for Love and our Designs. Ant. 'Tis yours, Sir. Guz.
An't like your Majesty, our Gentlemen never get but twice in all their lives; that is, when Fathers die, they get good Estates; and when they marry, they get rich Wives: but I know what your Mightiness wou'd get by going into my Country and asking the Question. Guz. What, Fool? Fran. A good Cudgelling, an't please your Illustriousness. Guz. Slave! To my Face!
Car. What aukard, fond, conceited thing art thou? Veil her, and take the taudry Creature hence. Guil. Fran. How! refuse my Daughter too! I see the Lot of a Cuckold will fall to my share. Guz. Car. Hah! what do I see, by Mahomet, she's fair. Fran. So, so, she's condemn'd; oh, damn'd Mahometan Cannibal! will nothing but raw flesh serve his turn. Car. I'll see no more, here I have fix'd my heart.
The Arabs call it Athale, and consider it sacred. There are said to be several of the same kind near Buschir they are there called Goz or Guz. Many writers see something very extraordinary in this tree; indeed they go so far as to consider it as a relic of the hanging gardens, and affirm that it gives out sad melancholy tones when the wind plays through its branches, etc.
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