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like face Danish Bait said If the king will not credit it let him only look here and he began to lament bitterly by the side of the ox crying Melech Mahommed if this be you make some sign to let me know The ox made signs by nodding his head Danish Bait said the curse of God light on you and your doings wretch that you are of matchless shamelessness and impudence He called his people to get cords and bind him and make him carry all the water that was wanted for ablution The Shah and all who were at the banquet burst out a [laugh?] While the hapless

He that hath happiness in store May laugh today or tomorrow But a man will never laugh the more That his heart is oppressed with sorrows

At last Danish Bait called to his servants to loosen that ill starred wretch and drive him off to his house and mounting his horse he set out while they drove the ox before him all the way When he got home he ordered them to conduct him to the stall and every day to give him fodder till he grew fat and when winter comes said he I will have him

boiled