IV. Serendib found, deem not my tale a fiction- I wot not-but the Sultaun never laugh'd, Or mazed, or dumb, hath Burton none so bad.1 V. Physicians soon arrived, sage, ware, and tried, As e'er scrawl'd jargon in a darken'd room; With heedful glance the Sultaun's tongue they eyed, Peep'd in his bath, and God knows where beside, "His majesty is very far from well." 1[See Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy.] While Roompot, a practitioner more wily, More and yet more in deep array appear, Their remedies to reinforce and vary, Came surgeon eke, and eke apothecary; Till the tired Monarch, though of words grown chary, Yet dropt, to recompense their fruitless labour, VI. Then was the council call'd-by their advice, (They deem'd the matter ticklish all, and nice, And sought to shift it off from their own shoulders,) Tartars and couriers in all speed were sent, Of feudatory chieftains and freeholders— 1 [For these hard words see D'Herbelot, or the learned editor of the Recipes of Avicenna.] 2 See Sir John Malcolm's admirable History of Persia. VII. 1 The Omrahs, each with hand on scymitar, Gave, like Sempronius, still their voice for war"The sabre of the Sultaun in its sheath Too long has slept, nor own'd the work of death; Let the Tambourgi bid his signal rattle, Bang the loud gong, and raise the shout of battle! This dreary cloud that dims our sovereign's day, Shall from his kindled bosom flit away, When the bold Lootie wheels his courser round, And the arm'd elephant shall shake the ground. Each noble pants to own the glorious snmmonsAnd for the charges-Lo! your faithful Commons!" The Riots who attended in their places (Serendib language calls a farmer Riot) Look'd ruefully in one another's faces, From this oration auguring much disquiet, Double assessment, forage, and free quarters; And fearing these as China-men the Tartars, Or as the whisker'd vermin fear the mousers, Each fumbled in the pocket of his trowsers. VIII. And next came forth the reverend Convocation, Bald heads, white beards, and many a turban green, Imaum and Mollah there of every station, Santon, Fakir, and Calendar were seen. 1 Nobility. Their votes were various-some advised a Mosque The Sultaun's weal in body and in soul. But their long-headed chief, the Sheik Ul-Sofit, More closely touch'd the point;—" Thy studious mood," Quoth he, "O Prince! hath thicken'd all thy blood, And dull'd thy brain with labour beyond measure; Wherefore relax a space and take thy pleasure; And toy with beauty, or tell o'er thy treasure; From all the cares of state, my Liege, enlarge thee, And leave the burden to thy faithful clergy." IX. These counsels sage availed not a whit, And so the patient (as is not uncommon Or only made believe, I cannot say— By dint of magic amulet or lay; And, when all other skill in vain was shown, X. "Sympathia magica hath wonders done," Search land and sea, and get, where'er you can, I mean his SHIRT, my son; which, taken warm And fresh from off his back, shall chase your harm, Bid every current of your veins rejoice, ; And your dull heart leap light as shepherd-boy's." Such was the counsel from his mother came ;I know not if she had some under-game, As Doctors have, who bid their patients roam And live abroad, when sure to die at home; Or if she thought, that, somehow or another, Queen-Regent sounded better than Queen-Mother; . But, says the Chronicle, (who will go look it,) That such was her advice-the Sultaun took it. XI. All are on board-the Sultaun and his train, |