XLVIII + 

“Ah! good my Prince, weep not!” And then again + 

He fill’d a bumper. “Great Sire, do not weep! + 

Your pulse is shocking, but I’ll ease your pain.” + 

“Fetch me that Ottoman, and prithee keep + 

Your voice low,” said the Emperor, “and steep + 

Some lady’s-fingers nice in Candy wine; + 

And prithee, Hum, behind the screen do peep + 

For the rose-water vase, magician mine! + 

And sponge my forehead⁠—so my love doth make me pine.” + 