'
'We can tear their eyes out,' said a third.
'And what do you think of Alp Arslan, truly?' inquired a fourth.
'I wish he were a pitcher, and then I could break his neck,' said a
fifth.
'Only think of the Princess!' said a sixth.
'Well! she has had a glorious time of it,' said a seventh.
'Nothing was too good for her,' said an eighth.
'I like true love,' said a ninth.
'Well! I hope he will be too much for them all yet,' said a tenth.
'I should not wonder,' said an eleventh.
'He can't,' said a twelfth, 'he has lost his sceptre.'
'You don't say so?' said a thirteenth.
'It is too true,' said a fourteenth.
'Do you think he was a wizard?' said a fifteenth. 'I vow, if there be
not a fellow looking at us behind those trees.'
'Impudent scoundrel!' said a sixteenth. 'I wish it were Alroy. Let us
all scream, and put down our veils.'
And the group ran away.
Two stout soldiers were playing chess[80] in a coffee-house.
'May I slay my mother,' said one, 'but I cannot make a move. I fought
under him at Nehauend; and though I took the amnesty, I have half a mind
now to seize my sword and stab the first Turk that enters.'
''Twere but sheer justice,' said his companion.
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