[_He takes a look._] Well, if this isn't that swindler Māthura. And here is the poor saintly shampooer; a saint to be sure, Who does not hang with bended head Rigid till set of sun, Who does not rub his back with sand Till boils begin to run, Whose shins dogs may not browse upon, As they pass him in their rambling.[42] Why should this tall and dainty man Be so in love with gambling? 12 Well, I must pacify Māthura. [_He approaches._] How do you do, Māthura? [_Māthura returns the greeting._] _Darduraka._ What does this mean? _Māthura._ He owes me ten gold-pieces. _Darduraka._ A mere bagatelle! _Māthura._ [_Pulling the rolled-up cloak from under Darduraka's arm._] Look, gentlemen, look! The man in the ragged cloak calls ten gold-pieces a mere bagatelle. _Darduraka._ My good fool, don't I risk ten gold-pieces on a cast of the dice? Suppose a man has money--is that any reason why he should put it in his bosom and show it? But you, You'll lose your caste, you'll lose your soul, For ten gold-pieces that he stole, To kill a man that's sound and whole, With five good senses in him. 13 _Māthura._ Ten gold-pieces may be a mere bagatelle to you, sir. To me they are a fortune. _Darduraka._ Well then, listen to me. Just give him ten more, and let him go to gambling again. _Māthura._ And what then? _Darduraka._ If he wins, he will pay you. P. 63.12] _Māthura._ And if he doesn't win? _Darduraka._ Then he won't pay you. _Māthura._ This is no time for nonsense. If you say that, you can give him the money yourself. My name is Māthura. I'm a swindler and I play a crooked game, and I'm not afraid of anybody. You are an immoral scoundrel. _Darduraka._ Who did you say was immoral? _Māthura._ You're immoral. _Darduraka._ Your father is immoral. [_He gives the shampooer a sign to escape._] _Māthura._ You cur! That is just the way that you gamble. _Darduraka._ That is the way I gamble? _Māthura._ Come, shampooer, pay me my ten gold-pieces. _Shampooer._ I'll pay you this very day. I'll pay at once. [_Māthura drags him about._] _Darduraka._ Fool! You may maltreat him when I am away, but not before my eyes. [_Māthura seizes the shampooer and hits him on the nose. The shampooer bleeds, faints, and falls flat. Darduraka approaches and interferes. Māthura strikes Darduraka, and Darduraka strikes back._] _Māthura._ Oh, oh, you accursèd hound! But I'll pay you for this. _Darduraka._ My good fool, I was walking peaceably along the street, and you struck me. If you strike me to-morrow in court, then you will open your eyes. _Māthura._ Yes, I'll open my eyes. _Darduraka._ How will you open your eyes? _Māthura._ [_Opening his eyes wide._] This is the way I'll open my eyes. [_Darduraka throws dust in Māthura's eyes, and gives the shampooer a sign to escape. Māthura shuts his eyes and falls down. The shampooer escapes._] [35.20. S.