The good old woman was much embarrassed, when she found Alla ad Deen obstinately persisting in so wild a design.  “My son,” said she again, “I am your mother, who brought you into the world, and there is nothing that is reasonable but I would readily do for you.  If I were to go and treat about your marriage with some neighbour’s daughter, whose circumstances were equal with yours, I would do it with all my heart; and even then they would expect you should have some little estate or fortune, or be of some trade.  When such poor folks as we are wish to marry, the first thing they ought to think of, is how to live.  But without reflecting on the meanness of your birth, and the little merit and fortune you have to recommend you, you aim at the highest pitch of exaltation; and your pretensions are no less than to demand in marriage the daughter of your sovereign, who with one single word can crush you to pieces.  I say nothing of what respects yourself.  I leave you to reflect on what you have to do, if you have ever so little thought.  I come now to consider what concerns myself.  How could so extraordinary a thought come into your head, as that I should go to the sultan and make a proposal to him to give his daughter in marriage to you?  Suppose I had, not to say the boldness, but the impudence to present myself before the sultan, and make so extravagant a request, to whom should I address myself to be introduced to his majesty?  Do you not think the first person I should speak to would take me for a mad woman, and chastise me as I should deserve?  Suppose, however, that there is no difficulty in presenting myself for an audience of the sultan, and I know there is none to those who go to petition for justice, which he distributes equally among his subjects; I know too that to those who ask a favour he grants it with pleasure when he sees it is deserved, and the persons are worthy of it.  But is that your case?  Do you think you have merited the honour you would have me ask for you?  Are you worthy of it?  What have you done to claim such a favour, either for your prince or country?  How have you distinguished yourself?  If you have done nothing to merit so high a distinction, nor are worthy of it, with what face shall I ask it?  How can I open my mouth to make the proposal to the sultan?  His majestic presence and the lustre of his court would absolutely confound me, who used even to tremble before my dear husband your father, when I asked him for any thing.  There is another reason, my son, which you do not think of, which is that nobody ever goes to ask a favour of the sultan without a present.  But what presents have you to make?  And if you had any that were worthy of the least attention of so great a monarch, what proportion could they bear to the favour you would ask?  Therefore, reflect well on what you are about, and consider, that you aspire to an object which it is impossible for you to obtain.”