Solim to Usbek in Paris 
I have made up my mind : your woes are going to disappear, I am going to punish.
I feel already an inner joy ; my soul and yours are going to be calmed ; we are going to exterminate the crime, and innocence is going to pale.
Oh you who seem to be made  only to ignore all your senses, and to resent your very desires, eternal victims of shame and modesty, would I could bring you in droves into this unhappy seraglio, to see you appalled at all the blood I am going to spill !
The Isfahan seraglio this 8th day of the moon of Rébiab I, 1720