to guess? Virtue and money seldom
keep company. In the pools from which men cannot drink there
is so much the more water.

_Madanika._ But sir, what is his name?

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_Shampooer._ Madam, who does not know the name of this moon
of the whole world? He lives in the merchants' quarter. He whose
name is worthy of all honor is named Charudatta.

_Vasantasena._ [_Joyfully rising from her seat._] Sir, this house is your
own. Give him a seat, girl, and take this fan. The gentleman is
weary. [_Madanika does as she is bid._]

_Shampooer._ [_Aside._] What! so much honor because I mentioned
Charudatta's name? Heaven bless you, Charudatta! You are the
only man in the world who really lives. All others merely breathe.
[_He falls at Vasantasena's feet._] Enough, madam, enough. Pray
be seated, madam.

_Vasantasena._ [_Seating herself._] Where is he who is so richly your
creditor, sir?

_Shamp._

The good man's wealth consists in kindly deeds;
All other wealth is vain and quickly flies.
The man who honors not his neighbor's needs,
Does that man know what honor signifies? 15

_Vasantasena._ But to continue--

_Shampooer._ So I became a servant in his employ. And when his
wealth was reduced to his virtue, I began to live by gambling. But
fate was cruel, and I lost ten gold-pieces.

_Mathura._ I am ruined! I am robbed!

_Shampooer._ There are the gambling-master and the gambler, looking
for me. You have heard my story, madam. The rest is your
affair.

_Vasantasena._ Madanika, the birds fly everywhither when the tree
is shaken in which they have their nests. Go, girl, and give the
gambling-master and the gambler this bracelet. And tell them that
this gentleman sends it. [_She removes a bracelet from her arm, and
gives it to Madanika._]

_Madanika._ [_Receiving the bracelet._] Yes, mistress. [_She goes out._]

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_Mathura._ I am ruined! I am robbed!

_Madanika._ Inasmuch as these two are looking up to heaven, and
sighing, and chattering, and fastening their eyes on the door, I
conclude that they must be the gambling-master and the gambler.
[_Approaching._] I salute you, sir.

_Mathura._ May happiness be yours.

_Madanika._ Sir, which of you is the gambling-master?

_Math._

O maiden, fair but something less than shy,
With red lip wounded in love's ardent play,
On whom is bent that sweet, coquettish eye?
For whom that lisp that steals the heart