[Exit MADHAV]
DAIRYMAN. Curds, curds, good nice curds.
AMAL. Curdseller, I say, Curdseller.
DAIRYMAN. Why do you call me? Will you buy some curds?
AMAL. How can I buy? I have no money.
DAIRYMAN. What a boy! Why call out then? Ugh! What a waste of
time.
AMAL. I would go with you if I could.
DAIRYMAN. With me?
AMAL. Yes, I seem to feel homesick when I hear you call from far
down the road.
DAIRYMAN. [Lowering his yoke-pole] Whatever are you doing here, my
child?
AMAL. The doctor says I'm not to be out, so I sit here all day
long.
DAIRYMAN. My poor child, whatever has happened to you?
AMAL. I can't tell. You see I am not learned, so I don't know
what's the matter with me. Say, Dairyman, where do you come
from?
DAIRYMAN. From our village.
AMAL. Your village? Is it very far?
DAIRYMAN. Our village lies on the river Shamli at the foot of
the Panch-mura hills.
AMAL. Panch-mura hills! Shamli river! I wonder. I may have
seen your village. I can't think when though!
DAIRYMAN. Have you seen it? Been to the foot of those hills?
AMAL. Never. But I seem to remember having seen it. Your
village is under some very old big trees, just by the side of the
red road--isn't that so?
DAIRYMAN. That's right, child.
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