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
_Goluk._ What could he have done, without he said that? Just see,
no anxiety would have remained in our family if the fifty bigahs
of rice produce had been left with us. And if they give us the
money for the Indigo, the greater part of our troubles will go
away.
NOBIN MADHAB _enters._
O my son, What has been done?
_Nobin._ Sir, _does the cobra shrink from biting the little child
on the lap of its mother on account of the sorrow of the mother_?
I flattered him much, but: he understood nothing by that. He kept
to his word, and said, give us sixty bigahs of land, secured by
written documents, and take 50 Rupees, then we shall close the two
years’ account at once.
_Goluk._ Then, if we are to give sixty bigahs for the cultivation
of the Indigo, we cannot engage in any other cultivation whatever.
Then we shall die without rice crops.
_Nobin._ I said, “Saheb, as you engage all your men, our ploughs,
and our kine, every thing, in the Indigo field, only give us every
year through our food. We don’t want hire.” On which, he with a
laugh said, “You surely don’t eat Yaban’s[2] rice.”
_Sadhu._ Those whose only pay is a belly full of food are, I
think, happier than we are.
_Goluk._ We have nearly abandoned all the ploughs; still we have
to cultivate Indigo. We have no chance in a dispute with the
Sahebs. They bind and beat us, it is for us to suffer. We are
consequently obliged to work.
_Nobin._ I shall do as you order, Sir; but my design is for once
to bring action into Court.
ADURI _enters._
_Aduri._ Our Mistress is making noise within; the day is far
advanced; will you not go to bathe, and take your food. The boiled
rice is very near become dry.
_Sadhu._ (_Standing up._) Sir, decide something about this, or I
shall die. If we give the labour of one-and-a-half of our ploughs
for the cultivation of nine bigahs of Indigo-fields, our boiling
pots of rice will go empty. Now, I am going away, Sir, farewell,
our oldest Babu.
(_Sadhu goes away._)
_Goluk._ We don’t think that God will any more allow us to bathe
and to take food in this land. Now, my son, go and bathe.
(_All go away._)
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Footnote 2:
The Mahomedans and all other nations who are not Hindus, are
called by that name.
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FIRST ACT—SECOND SCENE.
THE HOUSE OF SADHU CHURN.
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RAY CHURN _enters with his plough_.
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