This discourse afflicted the poor fisherman extremely:  I am very unfortunate, cries he, to come hither to do such a piece of good service to one that is so ungrateful.  I beg you to consider your injustice, and revoke such an unreasonable oath:  pardon me, and Heaven will pardon you; if you grant me my life, Heaven will protect you from all attempts against yours.  No, thy death is resolved on, says the genie, only choose how you will die.  The fisherman, perceiving the genie to be resolute, was extremely grieved, not so much for himself as for his three children, and bewailed the misery they must be reduced to by his death.  He endeavoured still to appease the genie, and says, Alas! be pleased to take pity on me in consideration of the good service I have done you.  I have told thee already, replies the genie, it is for that very reason I must kill thee.  That is very strange, says the fisherman, are you resolved to reward good for evil?  The proverb says, “That he who does good to one who deserves it not, is always ill rewarded.”  I must confess I thought it was false; for in effect there can be nothing more contrary to reason, or the laws of society.  Nevertheless, I find now, by cruel experience, that it is but too true.  Do not let us lose time, replies the genie, all thy reasoning shall not divert me from my purpose:  Make haste, and tell me which way you choose to die.

Necessity is the mother of invention.  The fisherman bethought himself of a stratagem.  Since I must die then, says he to the genie, I submit to the will of Heaven; but, before I choose the manner of death, I conjure you by the great name which was engraven upon the seal of the prophet Solomon, the son of David, to answer me truly the question I am going to ask you.  The genie, finding himself obliged to give a positive answer by this adjuration, trembled, and replied to the fisherman, Ask what thou wilt, but make haste.  Day appearing, Scheherazade held her peace.

Sister, says Dinarzade, it must be owned, that the more you speak, the more you surprise and satisfy.  I hope the sultan, our lord, will not order you to be put to death till he hears out the fine story of the fisherman.  The sultan is absolute, replies Scheherazade; we must submit to his will in every thing.  But Shahriar, being as willing as Dinarzade to hear an end of the story, did again put off the execution of the sultaness.

The Eleventh Night.

Shahriar, and the princess his spouse, passed this night in the same manner as they had done the former; and, before break of day, Dinarzade awaked them with these words, which she addressed to the sultaness:  I pray you, sister, to resume the story of the fisherman.  With all my heart, says Scheherazade, I am willing to satisfy you, with the sultan’s permission.