_Shampooer._ Look at this, gentlemen, look at this! Here I just gave surety to one of them for a half, and the other forgave me a half. And even after that he is dunning me, poor helpless me! _Māthura._ [_Seizing him._] My name is Māthura, the clever swindler, and you're not going to swindle me this time. Pay up, jail-bird, every bit of my money, and this minute, too. _Shampooer._ How can I pay? _Māthura._ Sell your father and pay. _Shampooer._ Where can I get a father? _Māthura._ Sell your mother and pay. _Shampooer._ Where can I get a mother? _Māthura._ Sell yourself and pay. _Shampooer._ Have mercy! Lead me to the king's highway. _Māthura._ Go ahead. _Shampooer._ If it must be. [_He walks about._] Gentlemen, will you buy me for ten gold-pieces from this gambling-master? [_He sees a passer-by and calls out._] What is that? You wish to know what I can do? I will be your house-servant. What! he has gone without even answering. Well, here's another. I'll speak to him. [_He repeats his offer._] What! this one too takes no notice of me. He is gone. Confound it! I've had hard luck ever since Chārudatta lost his fortune. _Māthura._ Will you pay? _Shampooer._ How can I pay? [_He falls down. Māthura drags him about._] Good gentlemen, save me, save me! [_Enter Darduraka._] P. 61.5] _Darduraka._ Yes, gambling is a kingdom without a throne. You do not mind defeat at all; Great are the sums you spend and win; While kingly revenues roll in, Rich men, like slaves, before you fall. 7 And again: You earn your coin by gambling, Your friends and wife by gambling, Your gifts and food by gambling; Your last cent goes by gambling. 8 And again: My cash was taken by the trey; The deuce then took my health away; The ace then set me on the street; The four completed my defeat. 9 [_He looks before him._] Here comes Māthura, our sometime gambling-master. Well, as I can't escape, I think I'll put on my veil. [_He makes any number of gestures with his cloak, then examines it._] This cloth is sadly indigent in thread; This lovely cloth lets in a lot of light; This cloth's protective power is nearly fled; This cloth is pretty when it's rolled up tight. 10 Yet after all, what more could a poor saint do? For you see, One foot I've planted in the sky, The other on the ground must lie.[41] The elevation's rather high, But the sun stands it. Why can't I? 11 _Māthura._ Pay, pay! _Shampooer._ How can I pay? [_Māthura drags him about._] _Darduraka._ Well, well, what is this I see? [_He addresses a bystander._] What did you say, sir? "This shampooer is being maltreated by the gambling-master, and no one will save him"? I'll save him myself. [_He presses forward._] Stand back, stand back! [33.25. S.