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time ordering several large bells to be suspended at it when Melech Mahommed saw himself thus equipped and recollected this indiscretion he could not help admitting

Again my said deserts I rue My punishment is just is true [Since?] every poor excuse is vain You justly give your [wrath?] he [rain?]

Gheti Afroz returned sleep and left him leisure for reflection Mercy on me thought he what a dreadful change a glance of the eye has produced He was already but too well acquainted with the tender mercy of his mistress and he could not now help regretting that a trifling childish desire should lead person into such terrible misfortunes,

Your heart is marble soul of mine Nor can to [mercy’s?] voice incline In vain my wistful eyes entreat Compassion that they [nor shole?] meet

The more his reflection came to his aid the greater was his distress and the more remedy less did his case appear he not only foresaw that the Shah as well as his uncle would inevitably be spectators of his disgrace but he recollected with no very pleasurable emotions that not a single particle

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