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Act Three SCENE I
Bassora. Ibn Sawy's House. A room in the outer apartments decorated for a banquet. Doonya, Anice-Aljalice, Balkis.
Lord, how they pillage! Even the furniture
Zeb sweeps off rugs and couches in a whirlwind.
It must be checked.
'Tis much that he has kept
I?
Yes, you. Is there a bright Page – 630
And was not in a moment yours ? Or have you lost
A few rings and chains,
What did these trifles cost?
I do not know.
Of course you do not. Come, it's gone too far; Restrain him, curb yourself.
Next time he calls you
To break the jest,
But if the skies grew darker ?
If they should! Page – 631
Happy and gay and kind was all I cared for, Enter Azeem. Well, Azeem.
Madam, half the creditors,
Where is your master? Call him here. A moment!
All of them, long as pillars
Call him.
He's here. Enter Nureddene.
What, cousin Doonya! Balkis!
Like a painted tombstone Page – 632
And there are bones
You have boned my metaphor and quite disboned it,
The creditors besiege you, Nureddene; You'll pay them.
Serious, Anice?
Till you do,
Is this your doing, Doonya ?
Yours, cousin, yours.
Is'tso? Anice?
I've told you.
Show me the bills. Go in, you three. Page – 633
Ah, he is grieved and angry!
Now you'll spoil all; drag her off, Doonya.
Come. Exit drawing away Anice, Balkis behind.
Well, sir, where are these bills ?
You will see the bills ?
The sums, the sums!
To tailor Mardouc twenty-four thousand pieces, namely for caftans, robes, shawls, turbans, Damascus silks, —
Leave the inventory.
To tailor Labkan another twenty thousand; to the baker two
thousand; to the confectioner as much; to the Bagdad curio-merchant twenty-four thousand; to the same from Ispahan, sixteen thousand; to the jeweller on account of necklaces, bracelets, Page – 634
Hold, hold! why, what are all these monstrous sums?
Why, sir, 'tis in the bills; my belly's empty enough.
Nothing but thousands!
Here's one for seven hundred, twelve dirhams and some odd fractions from Husayn cook.
The sordid, dingy rogue! Will he dun me so brutally for a base seven hundred ?
The fruiterer —
Away! bring bags.
Bags, sir?
Of money, fool. Call Harkoos and all the^ slaves. Bring half my treasury. Exit Azeem.
She frown on me! look cold! for sums, for debts! Page – 635 Enter Azeem, Harkoos and slaves with bags of money.
Heap them about the room — Go, Azeem, call Exit Azeem.
Harkoos, Enter Azeem ushering in the creditors. Who asks for money?
I, sir, seven hundred denars, twelve dirhams and three fourths of
Take thy amount, thou dingy-hearted rogue. Throws a bag towards him. You there, take yours.
Sir, this is not a hundredth part of your debt to me.
Give him two hundred bags.
Bags, sir?
Do you grin, rogue, and loiter? Take that! Strikes him.
Exactly. Your peg's loose, beat Harkoos. Old master or young, 'tis all one to Harkoos. Stick or leather! cuff or kick! these are all the houses of my horoscope. Page – 636
I am sorry I struck thee; there's gold. Give them all the money; all, I say. Porter that home, you rascals, and count your sums. What's over, cram your throats with it; or, if you will, throw it in the gutter.
That's mine! that's mine! no, mine! Leave go, you robber.
Cudgel them from the room.
Exeunt creditors snatching bags
Tis madness, sir. Nureddene motions him way. Exit Azeem.
If she were clothed in rags Enter Anice.
Nureddene, what have you done?
You bade me pay the fellows: I have paid them.
You are angry with me ? I did not think you could Page – 637
I did not think that you could frown on me
You
Dear Anice, it was with myself
Shall I sing to you ?
Do, Anice.
There's a song — Song
Love keep terms with tears and sorrow?
Born today, he may tomorrow
Love is gone ere grief can find him; But his way Tears that falling lag behind him Still betray.
I cannot sing. Page – 638
Tears, Anice ? O my love,
None, none, or only showers
Much happier, Anice.
Let us be beggars, then.
Sweet
We shall reach Bagdad
Anice, we shall. Page – 639
Let us be beggars then,
Sit by me and tell it.
No, no, I'll stand.
Well, willful. Now, your tale.
I have forgotten it. It was about
As I have you.
Be silent, sir. He kept it
As I'll keep you.
Ah, but he did not know Page – 640
His jewel followed, and though he sought earth through,
Tomorrow I will stop this empty life, Enter Azeem.
What money still
More now than you can meet. But for today's folly, all would have been well, — your lordly folly! Oh, beat me! I must speak.
Realize all the estate, the house only excepted; satisfy the creditors. For what's left, entreat delay.
They will not be entreated. They have smelt the carrion and are all winging up, beak outstretched and talons ready.
Carrion indeed and vile! Wherefore gave God Exit.
Good friends? good bloodsuckers, good thieves! Much help his need will have out of them! Page – 641
There's always Ajebe.
Will you trust him? He is the Vizier's nephew. Exeunt. Page – 642 |