Nil Darpan; or, The Indigo Planting Mirror, A Drama.: Translated from the Bengali by a Native. — John Shaqi
Nil Darpan; or, The Indigo Planting Mirror, A Drama.: Translated from the Bengali by a Native.Mitra, Dinabandhu
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Nil Darpan; or, The Indigo Planting Mirror, A Drama.: Translated from the Bengali by a Native.
Mitra, Dinabandhu
Indigo industry -- India -- Bengal -- Drama
_Aduri._ What are you doing here? The elder Haldarni[21] is not
able to go to the tank-side. All whom I see are of a disturbed
countenance.
_Saralota._ (_A deep sigh._) Let us then go.
_Aduri._ I see you have not yet touched the oil. Your hairs are
yet dusty, and you have not yet left the letter. Does our young
Haldar write my name in the letter?
_Saralota._ Has the Bara Takur (the eldest brother of the husband)
finished his bathing?
_Aduri._ The eldest Haldar is gone to the village. A law-suit is
being carried on. Was that not written in your letter? Our master
was weeping.
_Saralota._ (_Aside_) Truly, my Lord! Thou shalt not be able to
show thy face, if thou can’st not prove successful. (_Openly_) Let
us now rub ourselves with oil in the cook-room.
(_Exit both._)
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Footnote 21:
Referring to Soirindri, the wife of Nobin Madhab.
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SECOND ACT—THIRD SCENE.
A ROAD POINTING THREE WAYS.
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_Enter_ PODI MOYRANI.
_Podi._ It is the degenerate Amin who is ruining the country. Is
it through my own choice that I am levelling the axe at my
feet,[22] by giving the young woman to the Saheb? As to that
preparation which Ray made, had it not been caught[23] by Sadhu,
she would have been provided with food and clothing for life. Ah,
it bursts my heart when I see the face of Khetromani. Have I no
feelings of compassion, because I have made a paramour my
companion? Whenever she sees me still, she comes to me, calling me
Aunt! Aunt! Can the mother, with a firm heart, give such _a golden
deer into the grasp of the tiger_? How detestable is this, that
for the sake of money, I have given up my caste and my life; and
also am obliged to touch the bed of a Buno (rude tribe). That
libertine, the elder Saheb, has made it a practice to beat me
whenever he finds me, and has also said, he will cut off my nose
and ears;—that vile man is come to an old age, can keep women in
confinement, and can kick them; such a vile man, I have not seen
in the present day. Let me go to the black-mouthed Amin and tell
him that shall not be effected by me. Have I any power to go out
in the town? Whenever the nasty fellows of the neighbourhood see
me, they follow me as the Phinga (a kind of bird) does the crow.
(_Aside, a song._) Whenever I sit down to reap the rice in the
field, his eyes immediately come before my sight.
_Enter a Cow-herd._
_Cow-herd._ _Saheb_, have not insects attacked thine Indigo-twigs?
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