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
_Bindu._ Mother, I can no longer keep my life, becoming mad by the
death of my father bound by the rope, and the death of my older
brother; thou hast destroyed my Saralota, and thus hast applied
salt to my wounded heart.
_Sabitri._ What! Is my Nobin dead! Is my Nobin dead! Ah, my dear
son, my dear Bindu Madhab! Have I killed your Saralota? Have I
killed my young Bou by becoming mad (_embracing the dead body of
Saralota_). I would have remained alive, although deprived of my
husband and my son. Ah, but on murdering you by my own hands, my
heart is on the point of being burnt. Ho! Ho! Mother, (_embracing
Saralota, she falls down, dead on the ground_).
_Bindu._ (_Placing his hand on Sabitri’s body._) What I said, took
place actually. My mother died on recovering her understanding.
What affliction! My mother will no more take me on her lap, and
kiss me. Oh mother! the word mama will no more come out of my
mouth, (_weeps_). Let me place the dust of her feet on my head
(_takes the dust from her feet and places that on his own head_).
Let me also purify my body by eating that dust. (_Eats the dust of
her feet_).
_Enter_ SOIRINDRI.
_Soirindri._ I am going to die with my husband; do not oppose me,
my brother-in-law? My Bipin shall live happily with Saralota.
What’s this, what’s this? Why are our mother-in-law and Bou both
lying in this manner?
_Bindu._ Oh eldest Bou! our mother first killed Saralota, then
getting her understanding again, she fell into such excess of
sorrow, that she also died.
_Soirindri._ Now! In what manner? What loss! What is this! What is
this! Ah! Ah! my sister, thou hast not yet worn that most pleasant
lock of hair on the head which I prepared for thee! Ah! ah! thou
shalt no more call me, sister (_cries_). Mother-in-law, thou art
gone to your Rama, but did’st not let me go there. Oh my
mother-in-law, when I got thee, I did not for a moment remember my
mother.
_Enter_ ADURI.
_Aduri._ Oh eldest Haldarni, come soon; thy young Bipin is afraid.
_Soirindri._ Why did you not call me thence? You left him there
alone. (_Goes out hastily with Aduri_).
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