Act, the Sixth
THE SWAPPING OF THE BULLOCK-CARTS
[Enter a maid.]
Isn’t my mistress awake yet? Well, I must go in and wake her. [She walks about. Vasantasenā appears, dressed, but still asleep. The maid discovers her.] It is time to get up, mistress. The morning is here.
Vasantasenā. [Awakening.] What! is the night over? is it morning?
Maid. For us it is morning. But for my mistress it appears to be night still.
Vasantasenā. But girl, where is your gambler?
Maid. Mistress, after giving Vardhamānaka his orders, Chārudatta went to the old garden Pushpakaranda.
Vasantasenā. What orders?
Maid. To have the bullock-cart ready before daylight; for, he said, Vasantasenā was to come—
Vasantasenā. Where, girl?
Maid. Where Chārudatta is.
Vasantasenā. [Embraces the maid.] I did not have a good look at him in the evening. But to-day I shall see him face to face. Tell me, girl. Have I found my way into the inner court?
Maid. You have found your way not only into the inner court, but into the heart of every one who lives here.
Vasantasenā. Tell me, are Chārudatta’s servants vexed?
Maid. They will be.
Maid. When my mistress goes away.
Vasantasenā. But not so much as I shall be. [Persuasively.] Here, girl, take this pearl necklace. You must go and give it to my lady sister, his good wife. And give her this message: “Worthy Chārudatta’s virtues have won me, made me his slave, and therefore your slave also. And so I hope that these pearls may adorn your neck.”
Maid. But mistress, Chārudatta will be angry with you.
Vasantasenā. Go. He will not be angry.
Maid. [Takes the necklace.] Yes, mistress. [She goes out, then returns.] Mistress, his lady wife says that her lord made you a present of it, and it would not be right for her to accept it. And further, that you are to know that her lord and husband is her most excellent adornment.
[Enter Radanikā, with Chārudatta’s little son.]
Radanikā. Come, dear, let’s play with your little cart.
Rohasena. [Peevishly.] I don’t like this little clay cart, Radanikā. Give me my gold cart.
Radanikā. [Sighing wearily.] How should we have anything to do with gold now, my child? When your papa is rich again, then you shall have a gold cart to play with. But I’ll amuse him by taking him to see Vasantasenā. [She approaches Vasantasenā.] Mistress, my service to you.
Vasantasenā. I am glad to see you, Radanikā. But whose little boy is this? He wears no ornaments, yet his dear little face makes my heart happy.
Radanikā. This is Chārudatta’s son, Rohasena.
Vasantasenā. [Stretches out her arms.] Come, my boy, and put your little arms around me. [She takes him on her lap.] He looks just like his father.
Radanikā. More than looks like him, he is like him. At least I think so. His father is perfectly devoted to him.
Vasantasenā. But what is he crying about?
Radanikā. He used to play with a gold cart that belongs to the son of a neighbor. But that was taken away, and when he asked for it, I made him this little clay cart. But when I gave it to him, he said “I don’t like this little clay cart, Radanikā. Give me my gold cart.”
Vasantasenā. Oh, dear! To think that this little fellow has to suffer because others are wealthy. Ah, mighty Fate! the destinies of men, uncertain as the water-drops which fall upon a lotus-leaf, seem to thee but playthings! [Tearfully.] Don’t cry, my child. You shall have a gold cart to play with.
Rohasena. Who is she, Radanikā?
Vasantasenā. A slave of your father’s, won by his virtues.
Radanikā. My child, the lady is your mother.
Rohasena. That’s a lie, Radanikā. If the lady is my mother, why does she wear those pretty ornaments?
Vasantasenā. My child, your innocent lips can say terrible things. [She removes her ornaments. Weeping.] Now I am your mother. You shall take these ornaments and have a gold cart made for you.
Rohasena. Go away! I won’t take them. You’re crying.
Vasantasenā. [Wiping away her tears.] I’ll not cry, dear. There! go and play. [She fills the clay cart with her jewels.] There, dear, you must have a little gold cart made for you.
[Exit Radanikā, with Rohasena.
[Enter Vardhamānaka, driving a bullock-cart.]
Vardhamānaka. Radanikā, Radanikā! Tell mistress Vasantasenā that the covered cart is standing ready at the side-door.
Radanikā. [Entering.] Mistress, Vardhamānaka is here, and he says that the cart is waiting at the side-door.
Vasantasenā. He must wait a minute, girl, while I get ready.
Rad. Wait a minute, Vardhamānaka, while she gets ready.[Exit.
Vardhamānaka. Hello, I’ve forgotten the cushion. I must go and get it. But the nose-rope makes the bullocks skittish. I suppose I had better take the cart along with me.[Exit.
Vasantasenā. Bring me my things, girl. I must make myself ready. [She does so.]
[Enter, driving a bullock-cart, Sthāvaraka, servant to Sansthānaka.]
Sthāvaraka. Sansthānaka, the king’s brother-in-law, said to me “Take a bullock-cart, Sthāvaraka, and come as quick as you can to the old garden Pushpakaranda.” Well, I’m on my way there. Get up, bullocks, get up! [He drives about and looks around.] Why, the road is blocked with villagers’ carts. What am I to do now? [Haughtily.] Get out of my way, you! Get out of my way! [He listens.] What’s that? you want to know whose cart this is? This cart belongs to Sansthānaka, the king’s brother-in-law. So get out of my way—and this minute, too! [He looks about.] Why, here’s a man going in the other direction as fast as he can. He is trying to hide like a runaway gambler, and he looks at me as if I were the gambling-master. I wonder who he is. But then, what business is it of mine? I must get there as soon as I can. Get out of my way, you villagers, get out of my way! What’s that? you want me to wait a minute and put a shoulder to your wheel? Confound you! A brave man like me, that serves Sansthānaka, the king’s brother-in-law, put a shoulder to your wheel? After all, the poor fellow is quite alone. I’ll do it. I’ll stop my cart at the side-door to Chārudatta’s orchard. [He does so.] I’m coming![Exit.
Maid. Mistress, I think I hear the sound of wheels. The cart must be here.
Vasantasenā. Come, girl. My heart grows impatient. Go with me to the side-door.
Maid. Follow me, mistress.
Vasantasenā. [Walks about.] You have earned a rest, girl.
Maid. Thank you, mistress.[Exit.
Sthāvaraka. I’ve cleared the carts out of the way, and now I’ll go ahead. [He mounts and drives away. To himself.] The cart has grown heavy. But I suppose it only seems so, because I got tired helping them with that wheel. Well, I’ll go along. Get up, bullocks, get up!
A voice behind the scenes. Police! Police! Every man at his post! The young herdsman has just broken jail, killed the jailer, broken his fetters, escaped, and run away. Catch him! Catch him!
[Enter, in excited haste, Aryaka, an iron chain on one foot. Covering his face, he walks about.]
Sthāvaraka. [To himself.] There is great excitement in the city. I must get out of the way as fast as I possibly can.[Exit.
Of human woe and human misery,
The prison of the king.
Like elephants that break their chains and flee,
I drag a fettered foot most painfully
In flight and wandering.1
King Pālaka was frightened by a prophecy, took me from the hamlet where I lived, fettered me, and thrust me into a solitary cell, there to await my death. But with the help of my good friend Sharvilaka I escaped. [He sheds tears.]
That he should cage me like a savage beast.
A man may fight with kings, though not with fate—
And yet, can helpless men contend with great?2
Whither shall I go with my wretchedness? [He looks about.] Here is the house of some good man who hasn’t locked the side-door.
I will enter here and wait.
A voice behind the scenes. Get up, bullocks, get up!
Aryaka. [Listening.] Ah, a bullock-cart is coming this way.
Its occupants not peevishly inclined;
Some noble lady’s waiting carriage trig;
Or rich man’s coach, that leaves the town behind—
And if it empty be, fate proving kind,
‘T would seem a godsend to my anxious mind.4
[Enter Vardhamānaka with the bullock-cart.]
Vardhamānaka. There, I’ve got the cushion. Radanikā, tell mistress Vasantasenā that the cart is ready and waiting for her to get in and drive to the old garden Pushpakaranda.
Aryaka. [Listening.] This is a courtezan’s cart, going out of the city. Good, I’ll climb in. [He approaches cautiously.]
Vardhamānaka. [Hears him coming.] Ah, the tinkling of ankle-rings! The lady is here. Mistress, the nose-rope makes the bullocks skittish. You had better climb in behind. [Aryaka does so.] The ankle-rings tinkle only when the feet are moving, and the sound has ceased. Besides, the cart has grown heavy. I am sure the lady must have climbed in by this time. I’ll go ahead. Get up, bullocks, get up! [He drives about. Enter Vīraka.]
Vīraka. Come, come! Jaya, Jayamāna, Chandanaka, Mangala, Phullabhadra, and the rest of you!
Breaks jail and the heart of the king together?5
Here! You stand at the east gate of the main street, you at the west, you at the south, you at the north. I’ll climb up the broken wall here with Chandanaka and take a look. Come on, Chandanaka, come on! This way! [Enter Chandanaka, in excitement.]
Chandanaka. Come, come! Vīraka, Vishalya, Bhīmāngada, Dandakāla, Dandashūra, and the rest of you!
Lest the old king go out, and a new king come in.6
Search gardens, and dives, and the town, and the street,
The market, the hamlet, wherever you meet7
With what looks suspicious. Now, Vīraka, say,
Who saved the young herdsman that just broke away?8
Who was born when the sun in his eighth mansion stood,
Or the moon in her fourth, or when Jupiter could
Be seen in his sixth, or when Saturn was resting
In his ninth, in her sixth house when Venus was nesting,
Or Mars in his fifth? Who will dare to be giving
The herdsman protection, while I am still living?9, 10
Vīraka. Chandanaka, you mercenary!
For the herdsman escaped ere the sun was half risen.11
Vardhamānaka. Get up, bullocks, get up!
Chandanaka. [Discovers him.] Look, man, look!
Investigate it, whose it is, and where it takes its load!12
Vīraka. [Discovers him.] Here, driver, stop your cart! Whose cart is this? who is in it? where is it going?
Vardhamānaka. This is Chārudatta’s cart. Mistress Vasantasenā is in it. I am taking her to the old garden Pushpakaranda to meet Chārudatta.
Vīraka. [Approaches Chandanaka.] The driver says it is Chārudatta’s cart; that Vasantasenā is in it; that he is taking her to the old garden Pushpakaranda.
Chandanaka. Then let it pass.
Vīraka. Without inspection?
Vīraka. On whose authority?
Chandanaka. On Chārudatta’s.
Vīraka. Who is Chārudatta, or who is Vasantasenā, that the cart should pass without inspection?
Chandanaka. Don’t you know Chārudatta, man? nor Vasantasenā? If you don’t know Chārudatta, nor Vasantasenā, then you don’t know the moon in heaven, nor the moonlight.
This gem of four broad seas, this savior in man’s luckless hour?13
These two are wholly worshipful, our city’s ornaments,
Vasantasenā, Chārudatta, sea of excellence.14
Vīraka. Well, well, Chandanaka! Chārudatta? Vasantasenā?
But I do not know my father when I ‘m serving of my king.15
Aryaka. [To himself.] In a former existence the one must have been my enemy, the other my kinsman. For see!
Unlike, and their desire:
Like flames that gladden wedding days,
And flames upon the pyre.16
Chandanaka. You are a most careful captain whom the king trusts. I am holding the bullocks. Make your inspection.
Vīraka. You too are a corporal whom the king trusts. Make the inspection yourself.
Chandanaka. If I make the inspection, that ‘s just the same as if you had made it?
Chandanaka. Lift the pole, man! [Vardhamānaka does so.]
Aryaka. [To himself.] Are the policemen about to inspect me? And I have no sword, worse luck! But at least,
My arm shall be my sword.
Better a warrior’s death than woe
That cells and chains afford.17
But the time to use force has not yet come. [Chandanaka enters the cart and looks about.]
I seek your protection.
Chandanaka. [Speaking in Sanskrit.] He who seeks protection shall be safe.
Will be abandoned of his friends and kin,
Becomes a mock forever, who deserts
One seeking aid; ‘t is an unpardoned sin.18
Chandanaka. What! the herdsman Aryaka? Like a bird that flees from a hawk, he has fallen into the hand of the fowler. [Reflecting.] He is no sinner, this man who seeks my protection and sits in Chārudatta’s cart. Besides, he is the friend of good Sharvilaka, who saved my life. On the other hand, there are the king’s orders. What is a man to do in a case like this? Well, what must be, must be. I promised him my protection just now.
And joys his neighbor’s ills to cure,
If he must die, he dies; but then,
His reputation is secure.19
[He gets down uneasily.] I saw the gentleman—[correcting himself] I mean, the lady Vasantasenā, and she says “Is it proper, is it gentlemanly, when I am going to visit Chārudatta, to insult me on the highway?”
Vīraka. Chandanaka, I have my suspicions.
Vir. You gurgled in your craven throat; it seems a trifle shady.
You said “I saw the gentleman,” and then “I saw the lady.”20
That’s why I’m not satisfied.
Chandanaka. What’s the matter with you, man? We southerners don’t speak plain. We know a thousand dialects of the barbarians—the Khashas, the Khattis, the Kadas, the Kadatthobilas, the Karnātas, the Karnas, the Prāvaranas, the Drāvidas, the Cholas, the Chīnas, the Barbaras, the Kheras, the Khānas, the Mukhas, the Madhughātas, and all the rest of ’em, and it all depends on the way we feel whether we say “he” or “she,” “gentleman” or “lady.”
Vīraka. Can’t I have a look, too? It’s the king’s orders. And the king trusts me.
Chandanaka. I suppose the king doesn’t trust me!
Vīraka. Is n’t it His Majesty’s command?
Chandanaka. [Aside] If people knew that the good herdsman escaped in Chārudatta’s cart, then the king would make Chārudatta suffer for it. What’s to be done? [Reflecting.] I’ll stir up a quarrel the way they do down in the Carnatic. [Aloud.] Well, Vīraka, I made one inspection myself—my name is Chandanaka—and you want to do it over again. Who are you?
Vīraka. Confound it! Who are you, anyway?
Chandanaka. An honorable and highly respectable person, and you don’t remember your own family.
Vīraka. [Angrily.] Confound you! What is my family?
Chandanaka. Who speaks of such things?
Chandanaka. I think I’d better not.
‘T would not be modest, such things to betray;
What good’s a rotten apple anyway?21
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
Vīraka. 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?
Vīraka. Who speaks of such things?
Chandanaka. Speak, speak! [Vīraka makes a significant gesture.] Confound you! What does that mean?
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.
Vīraka. You! driver! turn the cart around. I want to look in.
[Vardhamānaka does so. Vīraka starts to climb in. Chandanaka seizes him violently by the hair, throws him down, and kicks him.]
Vīraka. [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 Vīraka.
Chandanaka. All right. Go to court or to a hall of justice. What do I care for a puppy like you?
Vīraka. 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 Vīraka.” Mistress Vasantasenā, let me give you a passport. [He hands Aryaka a sword.]
Aryaka. [Takes it. Joyfully to himself.]
Now all is well, and I am safe at last.24
So may I live within your memory.
To utter this, no selfish thoughts could move;
Ah no, I speak in plenitude of love.25
My friend is he—Fate willed it—true and tried.
I ‘ll not forget Chandanaka, be sure,
What time the oracle is justified.26
Protect thee, and the Moon, and blessèd Sun;
Slay all thy foes, as mighty Pārvatī
Slew Shumbha and Nishumbha—fearfully.27
[Exit Vardhamānaka, with the bullock-cart. Chandanaka looks toward the back of the stage.] Aha! As he goes away, my good friend Sharvilaka is following him. Well, I ‘ve made an enemy of Vīraka, the chief constable and the king’s favorite; so I think I too had better be following him, with all my sons and brothers.