anaka._ When?

_Maitreya._ When fate is kind again.

_Sansthanaka._ Weep, then, weep!

_Maitreya._ We have wept.

_Sansthanaka._ Who made you?

_Maitreya._ Poverty.

_Sansthanaka._ Laugh, then, laugh!

_Maitreya._ Laugh we shall.

_Sansthanaka._ When?

_Maitreya._ When Charudatta is happy once more.

_Sansthanaka._ You manikin, give poor little Charudatta thish messhage
from me. "Thish wench with golden ornaments and golden jewels, thish
female shtage-manager looking after the rehearsal of a new play, thish
Vasantasena--she has been in love with you ever shince she went into the
park where Kama's temple shtands. And when we tried to conciliate her by
force, she went into your houshe. Now if you shend her away yourshelf
and hand her over to me, if you reshtore her at once, without any
lawshuit in court, then I'll be friends with you forever. But if you
don't reshtore her, there will be a fight to the death." Remember:

Shmear a pumpkin-shtalk with cow-dung;
Keep your vegetables dried;
Cook your rice in winter evenings;
And be sure your meat is fried.
Then let 'em shtand, and they will not
Bothershomely shmell and rot. 51

[21.17. S.

Tell it to him prettily, tell it to him craftily. Tell it to him sho that
I can hear it as I roosht in the dove-cote on the top of my own
palace. If you shay it different, I'll chew your head like an apple
caught in the crack of a door.

_Maitreya._ Very well. I shall tell him.

_Sansthanaka._ [_Aside._] Tell me, shervant. Is mashter really gone?

_Servant._ Yes, sir.

_Sansthanaka._ Then we will go as quickly as we can.

_Servant._ Then take your sword, master.

_Sansthanaka._ You can keep it.

_Servant._ Here it is, master. Take your sword, master.

_Sansthanaka._ [_Taking it by the wrong end._]

My shword, red as a radish shkin,
Ne'er finds the time to molder;
Shee how it shleeps its sheath within!
I put it on my shoulder.
While curs and bitches yelp at me, I roam,
Like a hunted jackal, home. 52

[_Sansthanaka and the servant walk about, then exeunt._

_Maitreya._ Mistress Radanika, you must not tell good Charudatta
of this outrage. I am sure you would only add to the poor man's
sorrows.

_Radanika._ Good Maitreya, you know Radanika. Her lips are sealed.

_Maitreya._ So be it.

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_Charu