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ukku, chuhoo, chuhooo"? 22 _Courtier._ Well? _Sansthanaka._ Do me a favor. [123.11. S. _Courtier._ Certainly. Anything, unless it be a sin. _Sansthanaka._ There's not a shmell of a shin in it, shir. Not a perfume! _Courtier._ Speak, then. _Sansthanaka._ Murder Vasantasena. _Courtier._ [_Stopping his ears._] A tender lady, gem of this our city, A courtezan whose love was stainless ever-- If I should kill her, sinless, without pity. What boat would bear me on the gloomy river? 23 _Sansthanaka._ I'll give you a boat. And beshides, in thish deserted garden, who'll shee you murdering her? _Courtier._ The regions ten,[80] the forest gods, the sky, The wind, the moon, the sun whose rays are light, Virtue, my conscience--these I cannot fly, Nor earth, that witnesses to wrong and right. 24 _Sansthanaka._ Well then, put your cloak over her and murder her. _Courtier._ You fool! You scoundrel! _Sansthanaka._ The old hog is afraid of a shin. Never mind. I'll pershuade Sthavaraka, my shlave. Sthavaraka, my little shon, my shlave, I'll give you golden bracelets. _Sthavaraka._ And I'll wear them. _Sansthanaka._ I'll have a golden sheat made for you. _Sthavaraka._ And I'll sit on it. _Sansthanaka._ I'll give you all my leavings. _Sthavaraka._ And I'll eat them. _Sansthanaka._ I'll make you the chief of all my shervants. _Sthavaraka._ Master, I'll be the chief. _Sansthanaka._ You only have to attend to what I shay. _Sthavaraka._ Master, I will do anything, unless it be a sin. P. 205.12] _Sansthanaka._ There's not a shmell of a shin in it. _Sthavaraka._ Then speak, master. _Sansthanaka._ Murder Vasantasena. _Sthavaraka._ Oh, master, be merciful! Unworthy as I am, I brought this worthy lady hither, because she mistook this bullock-cart for another. _Sansthanaka._ You shlave, ain't I your mashter? _Sthavaraka._ Master of my body, not of my character. Be merciful, master, be merciful! I am afraid. _Sansthanaka._ You're my shlave. Who are you afraid of? _Sthavaraka._ Of the other world, master. _Sansthanaka._ Who is thish "other world"? _Sthavaraka._ Master, it is a rewarder of righteousness and sin. _Sansthanaka._ What is the reward of righteoushness? _Sthavaraka._ To be like my master, with plenty of golden ornaments. _Sansthanaka._ What is the reward of shin? _Sthavar
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