Kind king! in person he gives orders for relieving those, who daily dive for pearls, to grace his royal robe; and gasping hard, with blood-shot eyes, come up from shark-infested depths, and fainting, lay their treasure at his feet.

Sweet lord Abrazza! how he pities those, who in his furthest woodlands day-long toil to do his bidding.

Yet king-philosopher, he never weeps; but pities with a placid smile; and that but seldom." "There seems much iron in your blood," said Media.

"But say your say." "Say I not truth, my lord?
Abrazza, I admire.

Save his royal pity all else is jocund round him.