Thestory of the lady that was murdered,
               and of the young man her husband.

Commander of the faithful, your majesty may be pleased to know, that this murdered lady was my wife, the daughter of this old man you see here, who is my uncle by the father’s side.  She was not above twelve years old when he gave her to me, and it is now eleven years ago.  I have three children by her, all boys, yet alive; and I must do her the justice to say, that she never gave me the least occasion of offence; she was chaste, of good behaviour, and made it her whole business to please me.  For my part, I loved her entirely, and rather prevented her, in granting any thing she desired, than opposed it.  About two months ago she fell sick; I took all imaginable care of her, and spared nothing that could procure a speedy recovery.  After a month, she began to grow better, and had a mind to go to the bagnio.  Before she went out of the house, Cousin, said she, (for so she used to call me from familiarity), I long for some apples; if you could get me any, you would please me extremely; I have longed for them a great while, and I must own it is come to that height, that if I be not satisfied very soon, I fear some misfortune will befal me.  With all my heart, said I, I will do all that is in my power to make you easy, and went immediately round all the markets and shops in the town to seek for apples, but could not get one, though I offered a sequin for each.  I returned home very much dissatisfied at my disappointment.  As for my wife, when she returned from the bagnio, and saw no apples, she became so very uneasy, that she could not sleep all night:  I rose betimes in the morning, and went through all the gardens, but had no better success than the day before; only I happened to meet an old gardener, who told me that all my pains would signify nothing, for I could not expect to find apples any where but in your majesty’s garden at Balsora.  As I loved my wife passionately, and would not have any thing of neglect to satisfy her chargeable upon me, I put myself in a traveller’s habit, and after I had told her my design, I went to Balsora, and made my journey with so great diligence, that I returned at the end of fifteen days with three apples, which cost me a sequin each; there were no more left in the garden, so that the gardener would let me have them no cheaper.  As soon as I came home, I presented them to my wife, but her longing was over; so she satisfied herself with receiving them, and laid them down by her.  In the mean time she continued sickly, and I knew not what remedy to get for her.