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SCENE II
The road through the valley to Dongurh.
I know not what impelled these mountain-boars
Fegh! it was a trick even beyond my wits. To put a servant-girl on the throne of Cashmere! All Asia would have been one grin had the jest prospered.
They take us for barbarians
I would prefer a haunch of Rajpoot venison any day; they have fat juicy stags in their mountains.
I give thee Edur's daughter. While I ride
Shall I indeed ? Do you take me for a lettuce that you would have me sliced for a Rajpoot salad ? Oh, I'ld love to be a prince if only Page – 780 to comfort myself with one full meal in a lifetime; but an empty plebeian paunch is a more comfortable possession than a princely belly full of Rajpoot lances.
Why should they at all
Will it? Well, so long as I keep my belly unprodded, 'tis a jest after my own heart.
And mine. These haughty Rajpoots think themselves The only purity on earth; their girls So excellent in Aryan chastity, That without Rajpoot birth an emperor's wooing Is held for insult. This they hoped to avenge By foisting a baseborn light serving-wench On the prince of all the North. How will they stare, How gnash their teeth and go stark-mad with shame When they discover their sweet cherished lily, The pride of Rajasthan, they thought too noble To lower herself to Cashmere's lofty throne, Bedded with the court-jester of Cashmere, Soiled by the embraces of a low buffoon Page – 781
Who patters for a wage, her pride a jest,
Hem! 'Twill be a jest for the centuries.
About it, then.
And that's desirable: the shame will taste
But have her. Soon, be sure, I will be back Exit with a number of Scythians.
Well then, I am Prince Toraman of Cashmere; remember that, villains. Or why not Prince Toraman-Canaca or Prince Canaca- Toraman? it is rounder and more satisfying to the mouth. Yet simple Prince Toraman has a chastity of its own and all the magnificence of Cashmere marches after it. Ho, slave! What sounds are those approaching my majesty? Send scouts and re-connoitre. Prince Toraman, the imperial son of Cashmere! It is a part I shall play with credit; nature made me for it of sufficient proportions and gave me a paunch imperial.
Prince Canaca-Toraman or Prince Toraman-Canaca or very simple Toraman, I hear tramp of men and the clang of armour. No doubt, the princess of Edur, thinking all safe by now, rides to Dongurh. Will you charge them and seize her? Page – 782
To cover, thou incompetent captain, to cover. Hast thou learned war and knowest not the uses of ambush ? We will hide, slave. See thou pokest not out that overlong nose of thine! Find thyself a branch big enough to cover it.
Humph! What signal shall we expect from your Majesty for the charge?
Prate not to me of signals! How lacking are thy dull soldier-wits in contrivance! If I jump down into the road and howl, you will all come jumping and howling after me; but if I run, you will catch hold of my tail and run too like the very devil. Nay, I have a rare notion of tactics. To cover, to cover!
They conceal themselves. Enter the Rao of
She has escaped me, or the Scythian has her.
We've held the road
I'm glad of it.
Will you pursue it farther ?
Ambition only Page – 783 Is deeply pledged. The spur of chivalry Suffers me not to yield a Rajpoot flower To Scythian handling; nor could I refuse A challenge to adventurous emprise So fairly given. About, to Dongurh! •
Brother,
I'll have her out even from that fortressed keeping
Canaca leaps down into the road brandishing a sword,
Ho Amitabha! Buddha for Cashmere!
The Scythians on us! Swords!
Put up your skewers! Quiver not, ye wretches; steady, steady your
quaking kneecaps. Though I have cause for anger, yet am I
Who is your Mightiness ?
I am the very formidable and valiant hero and Scythian, Tora- Page – 784 man, prince of Cashmere. Nevertheless, tremble not. I am terrible to look at, but I have bowels; — ay, a whole paunchful of them.
You sought the Princess?
As if she had greased herself with butter. But I am going to Dongurh straight away to demand her and dinner.
Together then. We're comrades in her loss; Why not allies to win her ?
Am I to be so easily bamboozled ? Wilt thou insult my cranium ? Thou wouldst use my valiant and invincible sword to win her, thinking to steal her from me afterwards when I am not looking.
Who would dare
Well!
Ruttan, we'll keep an eye upon this Scythian.
Trumpets! To Dongurh! March! Exeunt. Page – 785 |