_Sthāvaraka._ Oh, master, the bullocks will be killed. The cart will go to pieces. And I, your servant, shall be killed. _Sansthānaka._ I'm the king's brother-in-law, man. If the bullocks are killed, I 'll buy shome more. If the cart goes to pieces, I 'll have another one made. If you are killed, there will be another driver. _Sthāvaraka._ Everything will be replaced--except me. _Sansthānaka._ Let the whole thing go to pieces. Drive in over the wall. _Sthāvaraka._ Then break, cart, break with your driver. There will be another cart. I must go and present myself to my master. [_He drives in._] What! not broken? Master, here is your cart. _Sansthānaka._ The bullocks not shplit in two? and the ropes not killed? and you too not killed? _Sthāvaraka._ No, sir. _Sansthānaka._ Come, shir. Let's look at the cart. You are my teacher, shir, my very besht teacher. You are a man I reshpect, my intimate friend, a man I delight to honor. Do you enter the cart firsht. _Courtier._ Very well. [_He starts to do so._] _Sansthānaka._ Not much! Shtop! Is thish your father's cart, that you should enter it firsht? I own thish cart. I 'll enter it firsht. _Courtier._ I only did what you said. [119.8. S. _Sansthānaka._ Even if I do shay sho, you ought to be polite enough to shay "After you, mashter." _Courtier._ After you, then. _Sansthānaka._ Now I 'll enter. Sthāvaraka, my little shon, my shlave, turn the cart around. _Sthāvaraka._ [_Does so._] Enter, master. _Sansthānaka._ [_Enters and looks about, then hastily gets out in terror, and falls on the courtier's neck._] Oh, oh, oh! You're a dead man! There's a witch, or a thief, that's sitting and living in my bullock-cart. If it's a witch, we 'll both be robbed. If it's a thief, we 'll both be eaten alive. _Courtier._ Don't be frightened. How could a witch travel in a bullock-cart? I hope that the heat of the midday sun has not blinded you, so that you became the victim of an hallucination when you saw the shadow of Sthāvaraka with the smock on it. _Sansthānaka._ Sthāvaraka, my little shon, my shlave, are you alive? _Sthāvaraka._ Yes, sir. _Sansthānaka._ But shir, there's a woman sitting and living in the bullock-cart. Look and shee! _Courtier._ A woman? Then let us bow our heads at once and go, Like steers whose eyes the falling raindrops daze; In public spots my dignity I show; On high-born dames I hesitate to gaze. 15 _Vasantasenā._ [_In amazement. Aside._] Oh, oh! It is that thorn in my eye, the king's brother-in-law. Alas! the danger is great. Poor woman! My coming hither proves as fruitless as the sowing of a handful of seeds on salty soil. What shall I do now? _Sansthānaka._ Thish old shervant is afraid and he won't look into the cart. Will you look into the cart, shir? _Courtier._ I see no harm in that. Yes, I will do it. P. 198.12]