thou made such a regulation, that every plaintiff, when his case is proved false, shall be put in prison, then the jail of Amaranagara would have been crowded with Indigo Planters; and they would never have been so very powerful. Our Magistrate is transferred, but our case is to continue here to the end; and that will occasion our ruin. (_Enter Sabitri._) _Sabitri._ If you are to give up all the ploughs, is it that even then you are to take the advance-money? Sell all your ploughs and kine, and engage in trade; we shall enjoy ourselves with the profits that shall accrue from that. We can no longer endure this. _Nobin._ Mother, I, also, have the same desire. Only, I wait till Bindu is engaged in some service. If we leave off ploughing the land, it will be impossible for us to maintain the family; and it is for this reason, that we have still, with so much trouble, kept these ploughs. _Sabitri._ How shalt thou go with this headache? Oh oh! was such Indigo produced in this land! (_Places her hand on Nobin’s head_). (_Enter Reboti._) _Reboti._ My mother! Where shall I go? What shall I do? They have done what! Why is it that through ill-fortune I brought her? Having brought one of a strange caste, I am become unable to preserve propriety. My eldest Babu! preserve me; my life is on the point of bursting out. Bring me Khetromani; bring me my _puppet of gold_. _Sabitri._ These destroyers can do all things. Ye are taking by force the pieces of ground of men, their grain, their kine and calves. By the force of clubs, ye are cultivating Indigo, and the people are doing your work with cries and sobbings. _Reboti._ My mother! I am preparing the Indigo, taking only half the food. Those bigahs which they had marked, on them I worked. When Ray works, he weeps with deep sighs; if he hear of this my work, he would become, as it were, insane. _Nobin._ Where is Sadhu now? _Reboti._ He is sitting outside, and is weeping. _Nobin._ To a woman of good family, _constancy in faithfulness to her husband is, as it were, the loadstone_; and how very beautiful does she appear (_ramaniki ramaniyá_) when she is decorated with that ornament. Is a woman of a good family carried off, when the Bhima-like Svaropur of my father is still in existence? At this very moment shall I go. I shall see what manner of injustice this is. _The Indigo frog can never sit on the white waterlily-like constancy of a woman._ (_Exit Nobin Madhab._)