Indic drama; Sanskrit drama -- Translations into English
_Darduraka._ [_Aside._] I have made an enemy of the influential
gambling-master Māthura. I had better not stay here. Besides, my
good friend Sharvilaka told me that a young herdsman named
Aryaka has been designated by a soothsayer as our future king.
Now everybody in my condition is running after him. I think I
will join myself to him. [_Exit._
_Shampooer._ [_Trembles as he walks away and looks about him._] Here
is a house where somebody has left the side-door open. I will go
in. [_He enters and perceives Vasantasenā._] Madam, I throw myself
upon your protection.
_Vasantasenā._ He who throws himself upon my protection shall be
safe. Close the door, girl. [_The maid does so._]
_Vasantasenā._ What do you fear?
_Shampooer._ A creditor, madam.
_Vasantasenā._ You may open the door now, girl.
_Shampooer._ [_To himself._] Ah! Her reasons for not fearing a creditor
are in proportion to her innocence. The proverb is right:
The man who knows his strength and bears a load
Proportioned to that strength, not more nor less,
Is safe from stumbling and from sore distress,
Although he wander on a dreary road. 14
That means me.
_Māthura._ [_Wiping his eyes. To the gambler._] Pay, pay!
_Gambler._ While we were quarreling with Darduraka, sir, the
man escaped.
_Māthura._ I broke that shampooer's nose for him with my fist
Come on! Let's trace him by the blood. [_They do so._]
_Gambler._ He went into Vasantasenā's house, sir.
_Māthura._ Then that is the end of the gold-pieces.
_Gambler._ Let's go to court and lodge a complaint.
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_Māthura._ The swindler would leave the house and escape. No, we
must besiege him and so capture him.
* * * * *
[_Vasantasenā gives Madanikā a sign._]
_Madanikā._ Whence are you, sir? or who are you, sir? or whose son
are you, sir? or what is your business, sir? or what are you afraid of?
_Shampooer._ Listen, madam. My birthplace is Pātaliputra, madam.
I am the son of a householder. I practise the trade of a shampooer.
_Vasantasenā._ It is a very dainty art, sir, which you have mastered.
_Shampooer._ Madam, as an art I mastered it. It has now become a
mere trade.
_Madanikā._ Your answers are most disconsolate, sir. Pray continue.
_Shampooer._ Yes, madam. When I was at home, I used to hear travelers
tell tales, and I wanted to see new countries, and so I came here. And
when I had come here to Ujjayinī, I became the servant of a noble
gentleman. Such a handsome, courteous gentleman! When he gave money
away, he did not boast; when he was injured, he forgot it. To cut a long
story short: he was so courteous that he regarded his own person as the
possession of others, and had compassion on all who sought his
protection.
_Madanikā._ Who may it be that adorns Ujjayinī with the virtues
which he has stolen from the object of my mistress' desires?
_Vasantasenā._ Good, girl, good! I had the same thought in mind.
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