_Maitreya._ We have already been invited to take a seat.
_Sansthanaka._ Shtand up, then, shtand up!
_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
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.
_Sansthanaka._ [_Aside._] Tell me, shervant. Is mashter really gone?
_Sansthanaka._ Then we will go as quickly as we can.
_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.
_Charudatta._ [_To Vasantasena._] Radanika, Rohasena likes the fresh air, but he will be cold in the evening chill. Pray bring him into the house, and cover him with this mantle. [_He gives her the mantle._]
_Vasantasena._ [_To herself._] See! He thinks I am his servant. [_She takes the mantle and perceives its perfume. Ardently to herself._] Oh, beautiful! The mantle is fragrant with jasmine. His youthful days are not wholly indifferent to the pleasures of the world. [_She wraps it about her, without letting Charudatta see._]