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
_Planter._ I know that rascal; he, it is, who writes every thing
concerning me in the newspapers.
_Gopi._ Their papers can never stand before yours, can by no means
bear a comparison; and, moreover, they are as _the earthen bottles
for cooling water compared to the jars of Dacca_. But, to bring
the newspapers within your influence, great expense has been
incurred. That takes place according to time; as is said,
“According to circumstances, the friend becomes an enemy:
The lame ass is sold at the price of the horse.”
_Planter._ What did Nilkanta do?
_Gopi._ He sharply rebuked the Amin; and the Amin with no little
shame brought back that one rupee, with two rupees more, from
Goladar’s house. Chunder Goladar would have been able very easily
to supply the Indigo for three or four bigahs. Is this the work of
a servant? If I can conduct the Dewanny and the business of the
Amin, then this kind of ingratitude can be stopped.
_Planter._ Great wickedness this is; evident ingratitude.
_Gopi._ Saheb, grant pardon for this bad conduct; the Amin brought
his own sister to our younger Saheb’s room.
_Planter._ Yes! Yes! I know; that rascal and Podi corrupted our
young Saheb. I must give that wicked fool some instruction very
soon. Send him to my sitting room.
(_Exit Mr. Wood._)
_Gopi._ Just see, _in whose hand the monkey plays best. The Khait
is one rogue, and the Crow another._
“_Now have you fallen under the stroke of the Khait; where even
the grand-father of the sister’s husband loses the game._”
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THIRD ACT—SECOND SCENE.
THE BED-ROOM OF NOBIN MADHAB.
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NOBIN MADHAB _and_ SOIRINDRI _sitting_.
_Soirindri._ Lord of my soul, what is preferable, whether the
ornament or my father-in-law? That, for which thou art wandering
about day and night; that, for which thou hast left thy food and
sleep; that, for which thou art shedding tears incessantly; that,
for which thy pleasant face has been depressed; and that which has
occasioned thy head-ache; my dear Lord, can I not for that give
away this my trifling ornament.
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