_Sansthānaka._ The old hog is afraid of a shin. Never mind. I'll pershuade Sthāvaraka, my shlave. Sthāvaraka, my little shon, my shlave, I'll give you golden bracelets. _Sthāvaraka._ And I'll wear them. _Sansthānaka._ I'll have a golden sheat made for you. _Sthāvaraka._ And I'll sit on it. _Sansthānaka._ I'll give you all my leavings. _Sthāvaraka._ And I'll eat them. _Sansthānaka._ I'll make you the chief of all my shervants. _Sthāvaraka._ Master, I'll be the chief. _Sansthānaka._ You only have to attend to what I shay. _Sthāvaraka._ Master, I will do anything, unless it be a sin. P. 205.12] _Sansthānaka._ There's not a shmell of a shin in it. _Sthāvaraka._ Then speak, master. _Sansthānaka._ Murder Vasantasenā. _Sthāvaraka._ Oh, master, be merciful! Unworthy as I am, I brought this worthy lady hither, because she mistook this bullock-cart for another. _Sansthānaka._ You shlave, ain't I your mashter? _Sthāvaraka._ Master of my body, not of my character. Be merciful, master, be merciful! I am afraid. _Sansthānaka._ You're my shlave. Who are you afraid of? _Sthāvaraka._ Of the other world, master. _Sansthānaka._ Who is thish "other world"? _Sthāvaraka._ Master, it is a rewarder of righteousness and sin. _Sansthānaka._ What is the reward of righteoushness? _Sthāvaraka._ To be like my master, with plenty of golden ornaments. _Sansthānaka._ What is the reward of shin? _Sthāvaraka._ To be like me, eating another man's bread. That is why I will do no sin. _Sansthānaka._ Sho you won't murder her? [_He beats him with all his might._] _Sthāvaraka._ You may beat me, master. You may kill me, master. I will do no sin. A luckless, lifelong slave am I, A slave I live, a slave I die; But further woe I will not buy, I will not, will not sin. 25 _Vasantasenā._ Sir, I throw myself upon your protection. _Courtier._ Pardon him, jackass! Well done, Sthāvaraka! Does this poor, miserable slave Seek virtue's meed beyond the grave? And is his lord indifferent? Then why are not such creatures sent To instant hell, whose sinful store Grows great, who know not virtue more? 26 [125.14. S. And again: Ah, cruel, cruel is our fate, And enters through the straitest gate; Since he is slave, and you are lord, Since he does not enjoy your hoard, Since you do not obey his word. 27 _Sansthānaka._ [_Aside._] The old jackal is afraid of a shin, and the "lifelong shlave" is afraid of the other world. Who am I afraid of, I, the king's brother-in-law, an arishtocrat, a man? [_Aloud._] Well, shervant, you "lifelong shlave," you can go. Go to your room and resht and keep out of my way. _Sthāvaraka._ Yes, master. [_To Vasantasenā._] Madam, I have no further power. [_Exit._