That's why I'm not satisfied. _Chandanaka._ What's the matter with you, man? We southerners don't speak plain. We know a thousand dialects of the barbarians--the Khashas, the Khattis, the Kadas, the Kadatthobilas, the Karnātas, the Karnas, the Prāvaranas, the Drāvidas, the Cholas, the Chīnas, the Barbaras, the Kheras, the Khānas, the Mukhas, the Madhughātas, and all the rest of 'em, and it all depends on the way we feel whether we say "he" or "she," "gentleman" or "lady." _Vīraka._ Can't I have a look, too? It's the king's orders. And the king trusts me. _Chandanaka._ I suppose the king doesn't trust _me_! _Vīraka._ Is n't it His Majesty's command? _Chandanaka._ [_Aside_] If people knew that the good herdsman escaped in Chārudatta's cart, then the king would make Chārudatta suffer for it. What's to be done? [_Reflecting._] I'll stir up a quarrel the way they do down in the Carnatic. [_Aloud._] Well, Vīraka, I made one inspection myself--my name is Chandanaka--and you want to do it over again. Who are you? _Vīraka._ Confound it! Who are you, anyway? _Chandanaka._ An honorable and highly respectable person, and you don't remember your own family. _Vīraka._ [_Angrily._] Confound you! What is my family? _Chandanaka._ Who speaks of such things? _Vīraka._ Speak! _Chandanaka._ I think I'd better not. I know your family, but I won't say; 'T would not be modest, such things to betray; What good's a rotten apple anyway? 21 _Vīraka._ Speak, speak! [_Chandanaka makes a significant gesture._] Confound you! What does that mean? P. 175.1] _Chand._ A broken whetstone in one hand--a thing That looks like scissors in the other wing-- To trim the scrubby beards that curl and cling, And you--why, you 're a captain of the king! 22 _Vīraka._ Well, Chandanaka, you highly respectable person, you don't remember your own family either. _Chandanaka._ Tell me. What is the family I belong to, I, Chandanaka, pure as the moon? _Vīraka._ Who speaks of such things? _Chandanaka._ Speak, speak! [_Vīraka makes a significant gesture._] Confound you! What does that mean? _Vīraka._ Listen. Your house is pure; your father is a drum, Your mother is a kettledrum, you scum! Your brother is a tambourine--tum, tum! And you--why, you 're a captain of the king! 23 _Chandanaka._ [_Wrathfully._] I, Chandanaka, a tanner! You can look at the cart. _Vīraka._ You! driver! turn the cart around. I want to look in. [_Vardhamānaka does so. Vīraka starts to climb in. Chandanaka seizes him violently by the hair, throws him down, and kicks him._] _Vīraka._ [_Rising. Wrathfully._] Confound you! I was peaceably going about the king's business, when you seized me violently by the hair and kicked me. So listen! If I don't have you drawn and quartered in the middle of the court-room, my name's not Vīraka.