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into the first lady’s lap and rested his arms upon the lap of the
portress, and reposed his legs in the lap of the cateress and pointed
to his prickle and said, “O my mistresses, what is the name of this
article?” All laughed at his words till they fell on their backs, and one
said, “Thy pintle!” But he replied, “No!” and gave each one of them
a bite by way of forfeit. Then said they, “Thy pizzle!” but he cried
“No,” and gave each of them a hug; —
And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her
permitted say.
Now when it was the Tenth Night,
quoth her sister Dunyazad, “Finish for us thy story;” and she answered,
“With joy and goodly gree.”
It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the damsels stinted not
saying to the Porter “Thy prickle, thy pintle, thy pizzle,” and he ceased
not kissing and biting and hugging until his heart was satisfied, and
they laughed on till they could no more. At last one said, “O our
brother, what, then, is it called?” Quoth he, “Know ye not?” Quoth
they, “No!”
“Its veritable name,” said he, “is mule Burst-all, which browseth on
the basil of the bridges, and muncheth the husked sesame, and
nighteth in the Khan of Abu Mansur.” Then laughed they till they fell
on their backs, and returned to their carousel, and ceased not to be
after this fashion till night began to fall. Thereupon said they to the
Porter, “Bismillah, O our master, up and on with those sorry old shoes
of thine and turn thy face and show us the breadth of thy shoulders!”
Said he, “By Allah, to part with my soul would be easier for me than
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