'
'The woman in labour!'
'The thief at his craft!'
'The sentinel's challenge!'
'The murderer's step!'
'Oh! the merry sounds of the night!'
'Brother, brother, let us come forth and wander about the world.'
'We have seen all things. I'll lie here and listen to the baying hound.
'Tis music for a tomb.'
'Choice and rare. You are idle. I like to sport in the starry air. Our
hours are few, they should be fair.'
'What shall we see, Heaven or Earth?' 'Hell for me, 'tis more amusing.'
'As for me, I am sick of Hades.' 'Let us visit Solomon!' 'In his unknown
metropolis?'
'That will be rare.'
'But where, oh! where?'
'Even a spirit cannot tell. But they say, but they say, I dare not
whisper what they say.'
'Who told you?'
'No one. I overheard an Afrite whispering to a female Ghoul he wanted to
seduce.'
'Hah! hah! hah! hah! choice pair, choice pair! We are more ethereal.'
'She was a beauty in her way. Her eyes were luminous, though somewhat
dank, and her cheek tinged with carnation caught from infant blood.'
'Oh! gay; oh! gay; what said they?'
'He was a deserter without leave from Solomon's body-guard. The trull
wriggled the secret out.'
'Tell me, kind brother.
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