_Beadle._ Yes, sir. [_He goes out._] Gentlemen, the magistrates ask if there is any here who desires to present a case. _Sansthānaka._ [_Gleefully._] The magishtrates are here. [_He struts about._] I desire to present a cashe, I, an arishtocrat, a man, a Vāsudeva, the royal brother-in-law, the brother-in-law of the king. _Beadle._ [_In alarm._] Goodness! The king's brother-in-law is the first who desires to present a case. Well! Wait a moment, sir. I will inform the magistrates at once. [_He approaches the magistrates._] Gentlemen, here is the king's brother-in-law who has come to court, desiring to present a case. _Judge._ What! the king's brother-in-law is the first who desires to present a case? Like an eclipse at sunrise, this betokens the ruin of some great man. Beadle, the court will doubtless be very busy to-day. Go forth, my good man, and say "Leave us for to-day. Your suit cannot be considered." _Beadle._ Yes, Your Honor. [_He goes out, and approaches Sansthānaka._] Sir, the magistrates send word that you are to leave them for to-day; that your suit cannot be considered. P. 229.13] _Sansthānaka._ [_Wrathfully._] Confound it! Why can't my shuit be conshidered? If it is n't conshidered, then I 'll tell my brother-in-law, King Pālaka, my shishter's husband, and I 'll tell my shishter and my mother too, and I 'll have thish judge removed, and another judge appointed. [_He starts to go away._] _Beadle._ Oh, sir! Brother-in-law of the king! Wait a moment. I will inform the magistrates at once. [_He returns to the Judge._] The brother-in-law of the king is angry, and says--[_He repeats Sansthānaka's words._] _Judge._ This fool might do anything. My good man, tell him to come hither, that his suit will be considered. _Beadle._ [_Approaching Sansthānaka._] Sir, the magistrates send word that you are to come in, that your suit will be considered. Pray enter, sir. _Sansthānaka._ Firsht they shay it won't be conshidered, then they shay it will be conshidered. The magishtrates are shcared. Whatever I shay, I 'll make 'em believe it. Good! I 'll enter. [_He enters and approaches the magistrates._] I am feeling very well, thank you. Whether you feel well or not--that depends on me. _Judge._ [_Aside._] Well, well! We seem to have a highly cultivated plaintiff. [_Aloud._] Pray be seated. _Sansthānaka._ Well! Thish floor belongs to me. I 'll sit down wherever I like. [_To the gild-warden._] I'll sit here. [_To the beadle._] Why should n't I sit here? [_He lays his hand on the Judge's head._] I 'll sit here. [_He sits down on the floor._] _Judge._ You desire to present a case? _Sansthānaka._ Of courshe. _Judge._ Then state the case. _Sansthānaka._ I 'll whishper it. I was born in the great family of a man as glorioush as a wine-glass. My father's father of the king--in law; The king, he is my daddy's son-in-law; And I am brother to the king--in law; And the husband of my shishter is the king. 6