O Masters, O Noble Persons, O Brothers, know you that in the time of the Caliph Harun-Al-Rashid, there lived on the golden shore of Persia a man of adventure called Sinbad the Sailor. Strange and wondrous were the tales told of him and his voyages. But who, shall we surmise, gave him his immortality? Who, more than all other sons of Allah, spread glory to the name of Sinbad? Who else, O Brother, but -
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Sinbad:
- Sinbad the Sailor! Know me, O Brothers, for the truth of my words, and by the ears of the Prophet, every word I have spoken is truth!
Emir:
What a clothead! I doubt if he knows anything.
Melik:
Sufficient my posturing peafowl, to addle your thick pate.
Emir:
A maggot dreaming of power.
Melik:
From a thousand tiny islands, all of a contour, can you select the exact isle? Where is it - East, West, North, South? As close as you think or as far as you suppose? No, you'll never find the isle of Dariabar without the benevolence of Prince Ahmed and myself.
Sinbad:
No! For a danik she'll sell me to Satan... and you'll split your tongue trying to be the Prince of Dariabar. Can you name the day of the moon and the moon of the year when that medallion was first put upon me by father? Can you name the father's father of my father's father? Can you call to memory the hundred ancestors of my mother? Have you the blue eyes of the Ahmed? Have you a scar underneath your thirteenth rib?
Emir:
No, but I...
[Sinbad whips out a hidden knife]
Sinbad:
No, but you shall have one!
[last lines]
Sinbad:
Thank Allah, I am sailing home to Dariabar!
Arab listening to Sinbad's story:
Sinbad, my friend Sinbad! Where is Dariabar?
Sinbad:
It's here.
[points to his heart]
Sinbad:
It's here.
[points to his head]
Sinbad:
And it's here.
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