Upon my word! Cross, indeed! You write to the King!
Madhav is devilish swell nowadays. He'd made a little pile; and
so kings and padishahs are everyday talk with his people. Let me
find him once and I'll make him dance. Oh, you snipper-snapper!
I'll get the King's letter sent to your house--indeed I will!
AMAL. No, no, please don't trouble yourself about it.
HEADMAN. And why not, pray! I'll tell the King about you and he
won't be very long. One of his footmen will come along presently
for news of you. Madhav's impudence staggers me. If the King
hears of this, that'll take some of his nonsense out of him.
[Exit]
AMAL. Who are you walking there? How your anklets tinkle! Do
stop a while, dear, won't you?
[A GIRL enters]
GIRL. I haven't a moment to spare; it is already late!
AMAL. I see, you don't wish to stop; I don't care to stay on
here either.
GIRL. You make me think of some late star of the morning!
Whatever's the matter with you?
AMAL. I don't know; the doctor won't let me out.
GIRL. Ah me! Don't then! Should listen to the doctor.
People'll be cross with you if you're naughty. I know, always
looking out and watching must make you feel tired. Let me close
the window a bit for you.
AMAL. No, don't, only this one's open! All the others are shut.
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