The prince of Persia interrupted him, and said, “Kind Ebn Thaher, since I have declared to you that it is not in my power to follow your wise counsels, I beg you would not charge it on me as a crime, nor forbear to give me the usual testimonies of your friendship.  You cannot do me a greater favour than to inform me of the destiny of my dear Schemselnihar, when you hear of her.  The uncertainty I am in concerning her fate, and the apprehensions her fainting have occasioned in me, keep me in this languishing condition you reproach me with.”  “My lord,” answered Ebn Thaher, “you have reason to hope that her fainting was not attended with any bad consequences:  her confidant will quickly come and inform me of the issue; and as soon as I know the particulars, I will not fail to impart them.”

Ebn Thaher left the prince in this hope, and returned home, where he expected Schemselnihar’s confidant all the rest of the day, but in vain, nor did she come on the following.  His uneasiness to know the state of the prince of Persia’s health would not suffer him to wait any longer without seeing him.  He went to his palace to exhort him to patience, and found him lying on his bed as ill as ever, surrounded by a great many of his friends, and several physicians, who used all their art to discover the cause of his disorder.  As soon as he saw Ebn Thaher, he looked at him with a smile, to signify that he had two things to tell him; the one, that he was glad to see him; the other how much the physicians, who could not discover the cause of his illness, were out in their reasonings.

His friends and physicians retired one after another, so that Ebn Thaher being alone with him, approached his bed to ask him how he had been since he had last seen him.  “I must tell you,” answered the prince, “that my passion, which continually gathers new strength, and the uncertainty of the lovely Schemselnihar’s fate, augment my disorder every moment, and cast me into such a state as afflicts my kindred and friends, and breaks the measures of my physicians, who do not understand it.  You cannot think,” he added, “how much I suffer by seeing so many people about me, who importune me, and whom I cannot in civility put away.  Your company alone relieves me; but I conjure you not to dissemble with me:  what news do you bring of Schemselnihar?  Have you seen her confidant?  What says she to you?” Ebn Thaher answered, that he had not seen her yet.  No sooner had he communicated to the prince of Persia this sad intelligence, than the tears came into his eyes; he could not answer one word, his heart was so oppressed.  “Prince,” added Ebn Thaher, “suffer me to tell you, that you are too ingenious in tormenting yourself.  In the name of God, wipe away your tears:  if any of your people should come in, they would discover you by this, notwithstanding the care you ought to take to conceal your thoughts.”  Whatever his judicious adviser could say, it was not possible for the prince to refrain from weeping.  “Wise