'T would not be modest, such things to betray;
What good's a rotten apple anyway? 21

_Viraka._ Speak, speak! [_Chandanaka makes a significant gesture._]
Confound you! What does that mean?

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_Chand._

A broken whetstone in one hand--a thing
That looks like scissors in the other wing--
To trim the scrubby beards that curl and cling,
And you--why, you 're a captain of the king! 22

_Viraka._ Well, Chandanaka, you highly respectable person, you
don't remember your own family either.

_Chandanaka._ Tell me. What is the family I belong to, I, Chandanaka,
pure as the moon?

_Viraka._ Who speaks of such things?

_Chandanaka._ Speak, speak! [_Viraka makes a significant gesture._]
Confound you! What does that mean?

_Viraka._ Listen.

Your house is pure; your father is a drum,
Your mother is a kettledrum, you scum!
Your brother is a tambourine--tum, tum!
And you--why, you 're a captain of the king! 23

_Chandanaka._ [_Wrathfully._] I, Chandanaka, a tanner! You can look
at the cart.

_Viraka._ You! driver! turn the cart around. I want to look in.

[_Vardhamanaka does so. Viraka starts to climb in. Chandanaka
seizes him violently by the hair, throws him down, and kicks him._]

_Viraka._ [_Rising. Wrathfully._] Confound you! I was peaceably going
about the king's business, when you seized me violently by the
hair and kicked me. So listen! If I don't have you drawn and
quartered in the middle of the court-room, my name's not Viraka.

_Chandanaka._ All right. Go to court or to a hall of justice. What
do I care for a puppy like you?

_Viraka._ I will. [_Exit._

_Chandanaka._ [_Looks about him._] Go on, driver, go on! If anybody
asks you, just say "The cart has been inspected by Chandanaka
and Viraka." Mistress Vasantasena, let me give you a passport.
[_He hands Aryaka a sword._]

[105.11. S.

_Aryaka._ [_Takes it. Joyfully to himself._]

A sword, a sword! My right eye twitches fast.[70]
Now all is well, and I am safe at last. 24

_Chandanaka._ Madam,

As I have given you a passage free,
So may I live within your memory.
To utter this, no selfish thoughts could move;
Ah no, I speak in plenitude of love. 25

_Aryaka._

Chandanaka is rich in virtues pure;
My friend is he--Fate