“Rise, Caschcasch,” said Maimoune, “I brought you hither to determine a difference between me and this cursed Danhasch.  Look on that bed, and tell me without partiality who is the handsomer of those two that lie there asleep, the young man or the young lady.”

Caschcasch looked on the prince and princess with great attention, admiration, and surprise; and after he had considered them a good while, without being able to determine, he turned to Maimoune, and said, “Madam, I must confess I should deceive you, and betray myself, if I pretended to say one was handsomer than the other.  The more I examine them, the more clearly it appears to me each possesses, in a sovereign degree, the beauty of which both partake.  Neither of them appears to have the least defect, to yield to the other the palm of superiority; but if there be any difference, the best way to determine it is, to awaken them one after the other, and to agree that the person who shall express most love for the other by ardour, eagerness, and passion, shall be deemed to have in some respect less beauty.”

This proposal of Caschcasch’s pleased both Maimoune and Danhasch.  Maimoune then changed herself into a flea, and leaping on the prince’s neck, stung him so smartly, that he awoke, and put up his hand to the place; but Maimoune skipped away, and resumed her pristine form, which, like those of the two genies, was invisible, the better to observe what he would do.

In drawing back his hand, the prince chanced to let it fall on that of the princess of China.  He opened his eyes, and was exceedingly surprised to find lying by him a lady of the greatest beauty.  He raised his head, and leaned on his elbow, the better to observe her.  Her blooming youth and incomparable beauty fired him in a moment with a flame of which he had never yet been sensible, and from which he had hitherto guarded himself with the greatest attention.

Love seized on his heart in the most lively manner, and he exclaimed, “What beauty! what charms! my heart! my soul!” As he spoke he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her mouth with so little caution, that he would have awakened her, had she not slept sounder than ordinary, through the enchantment of Danhasch.

“How!” said the prince, “do you not awake at these testimonies of love?” He was going to awake her, but suddenly refrained.  “Is not this she,” said he, “that the sultan my father would have had me marry?  He was in the wrong not to let me see her sooner.  I should not have offended him by my disobedience and passionate language to him in public, and he would have spared himself the confusion which I have occasioned him.”

The prince began to repent sincerely of the fault he had committed, and was once more on the point of awaking the princess of China.  “It may be,” said he, “that the sultan my father has a mind to surprise me; and has sent this young lady to try if I had really that aversion to marriage which I pretended.  Who knows but he has brought her himself, and is hidden behind the hangings, to observe me, and make me ashamed of my dissimulation?  The second fault would be greater than the first.  At all events, I will content myself with this ring, as a remembrance of her.”