It may be noted also, as still more curious, that the particu lar burglar here introduced is represented as a Brahman, that he is made to speak the learned language, Sanskrit, and to dis play
acquaintance
with Sanskrit literature ; while all the sub ordinate characters in Indian dramas, including women of rank, are represented as speaking one or other of the provincial dia lects called Prakrit.
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How is this?
Is an exception to be made here?
The truth is, the feather's not being lifted is because the strength is not used ; the wagonload of firewood's not being seen is because the vision is not used ; and the people's not being loved and protected is because the kind ness is not employed.
Therefore your Majesty's not exercising the imperial sway is because you do not do it, not because you are not able to do it.
"
The king laughed and said, " What really was my mind in
the matter?
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The king asked, " How may the difference between the not doing a thing and the not being able to do it, be represented ? " Mencius replied : " In such a thing as taking the T'ae Moun tain under your arm, and leaping over the North Sea with it, if you say to your people, ' I am not able to do it,' that is a real case of not being able. In such a matter as breaking off a branch from a tree at the order of a superior, if you say to people, ' I am not able to do it,' that is a case of not doing it, it is not a case of not being able to do it. Therefore your Maj esty's not exercising the imperial sway is not such a case as that of taking the T'ae Mountain under your arm, and leaping over the North Sea with it. Your Majesty's not exercising the imperial sway is a case like that of breaking off a branch from a tree.
" Treat with the reverence due to age the elders in your own family, so that the elders in the families of others shall be simi larly treated ; treat with the kindness due to youth the young in your own family, so that the young in the families of others shall be similarly treated ; do this, and the empire may be made to go round in your palm. It is said in the ' Book of Poetry,' ' His example affected his wife. It reached to his brothers, and his family of the state was governed by it. ' The language shows how King Wan simply took this kindly heart, and exercised it towards those parties. Therefore, the carrying out his kindly heart by a prince will suffice for the love and protection of all within the four seas, and if he do not carry it out, he will not be able to protect his wife and children. The way in which the ancients came greatly to surpass other men was no other than this, — simply that they knew how to carry out, so as to affect others, what they themselves did. Now, your kindness is sufficient to reach to animals, and no benefits are extended from it to reach the people. How is this ? Is an exception to be made here ?
" By weighing, we know what things are light, and what heavy. By measuring we know what things are long, and what short. The relations of all things may be thus deter mined, and it is of the greatest importance to estimate the motions of the mind. I beg your Majesty to measure it.
" You collect your equipments of war, endanger your sol diers and officers, and excite the resentment of the other princes : do these things cause you pleasure in your mind ? "
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" Are you led to desire it because you have not enough of rich and sweet food for your mouth ? Or because you have not enough of light and warm clothing for your body? Or because you have not enow of beautifully colored objects to delight your eyes ? Or because you have not voices and tones enow to please your ears ? Or because you have not enow of attendants and favorites to stand before you and receive your orders ? Your Majesty's various officers are sufficient to sup ply you with those things. How can your Majesty be led to entertain such a desire on account of them ? " " No," said the king; "my desire is not on account of them. " Mencius added, " Then, what your Majesty greatly desires may be known. You wish to enlarge your territories, to have Ts'in and Ts'oo wait at your court, to rule the Middle Kingdom, and to attract to you the barbarous tribes that surround it. But to do what you do to seek for what you desire is like climbing a tree to seek for fish. " "
The king said, "Is it so bad as that?
was the reply. " If you climb a tree to seek for fish, although you do not get the fish, you will not suffer any subsequent calamity. But if you do what you do to seek for what you desire, doing it moreover with all your heart, you will as suredly afterwards meet with calamities. " The king asked, " May I hear from you the proof of that ? " Mencius said, " If the people of Tsow should fight with the people of Ts'oo, which of them does your Majesty think would conquer ? " "The people of Ts'oo could conquer. " "Yes; — and so it is certain that a small country cannot contend with a great, that few cannot contend with many, that the weak cannot contend with the strong. The territory within the four seas embraces nine divisions, each of a thousand li square. All Ts'e to gether is but one of them. If with one part you try to subdue the other eight, what is the difference between that and Tsow's contending with Ts'oo ? For, with the desire which you have, you must likewise turn back to the radical course for its attainment.
" Now, if your Majesty will institute a government whose action shall all be benevolent, this will cause all the officers in the empire to wish to stand in your Majesty's court, and the farmers all to wish to plow in your Majesty's fields, and the merchants, both traveling and stationary, all to wish to store their goods in your Majesty's market places, and traveling
"Itis even worse,"
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strangers all to wish to make their tours on your Majesty's roads, and all throughout the empire who feel aggrieved by their rulers to wish to come and complain to your Majesty. And when they are so bent, who will be able to keep them back? " "
I am stupid, and not able to advance to this. I wish you, my master, to assist my intentions. Teach me clearly ; although I am deficient in intelligence and vigor, I
The king said,
will essay and try to carry your instructions into effect. " Mencius replied, "They are only men of education, who,
without a certain livelihood, are able to maintain a fixed heart. As to the people, if they have not a certain livelihood, it follows that they will not have a fixed heart. And if they have not a fixed heart, there is nothing which they will not do, in the way of self-abandonment, of moral deflection, of depravity, and of wild license. When they thus have been involved in crime, to follow them up and punish them, — this is to entrap the people. How can such a thing as entrapping the people be done under the rule of a benevolent man ?
" Therefore an intelligent ruler will regulate the livelihood of the people, so as to make sure that, above, they shall have sufficient wherewith to serve their parents, and, below, suffi cient wherewith to support their wives and children ; that in good years they shall always be abundantly satisfied, and that in bad years they shall escape the danger of perishing. After this he may urge them, and they will proceed to what is good, for in this case the people will follow after that with ease.
"Now, the livelihood of the people is so regulated that, above, they have not sufficient wherewith to serve their parents, and below, they have not sufficient wherewith to support their wives and children. Notwithstanding good years, their lives are continually embittered, and, in bad years, they do not escape perishing. In such circumstances they only try to save them selves from death, and are afraid they will not succeed. What leisure have they to cultivate propriety and righteousness ?
" If your Majesty wishes to effect this regulation of the livelihood of the people, why not turn to that which is the essential step to it ?
" Let mulberry trees be planted about the homesteads with their five mow, and persons of fifty years may be clothed with silk. In keeping fowls, pigs, and swine, let not their times of breeding be neglected, and persons of seventy years may eat
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flesh. Let there not be taken away the time that is proper for the cultivation of the farm with its hundred mow, and the family of eight mouths that is supported by it shall not suffer from hunger. Let careful attention be paid to education in schools, — the inculcation in it especially of the filial and fra ternal duties, and gray -haired men will not be seen upon the roads, carrying burdens on their backs or on their heads. It never has been that the ruler of a state where such results were seen, — the old wearing silk and eating flesh, and the black-haired people suffering neither from hunger nor cold, — did not attain to the imperial dignity. "
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Translated and Abridged by Sir MONIER MONIER-WILLIAMS.
[Sir Monier Monier- Williams : A leading Anglo-Indian lexicographer and Orientalist ; born at Bombay, India, November 12, 1819 ; died 1889. From 1860 on he was professor of Sanskrit in Oxford. He published several Sanskrit dictionaries, a Sanskrit and a Hindustani grammar; "Indian Epic Poetry" (1863), "Indian Wisdom" (1875), "Hinduism" (1877), "Modern India and the Indians" (1878), "Buddhism," etc. , 1889. ]
[The earliest extant Sanskrit drama : attributed to King Sudraka, who is sometimes said to have reigned in the first or second century B. C. ; but the play in fact is probably not much earlier than the fifth century a. d. , and by some playwright who judiciously gave the king the honor. ]
The first scene represents a court in front of Caru-datta's house. His friend Maitreya — who, although a Brahman, acts the part of a sort of jovial companion, and displays a disposi tion of mixed shrewdness and simplicity — laments Caru-datta's fallen fortunes, caused by his too great liberality.
replies thus : —
Carurdatta —
Think not, my friend, I mourn departed wealth : One thing alone torments me, — that my guests Desert my beggared house, like to the bees
That swarm around the elephant, when dews Exhale from his broad front ; but quickly leave His dried-up temples when they yield no sweets.
Caru-datta
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Maitreya — The sons of slaves! These guests you speak of are always ready to make a morning meal off a man's property.
Caru-datta —
It is most true, but I bestow no thought
On my lost property, — as fate decrees — Wealth comes and goes ; but this is torture to me, That friendships I thought firm hang all relaxed And loose, when poverty sticks closest to me.
From poverty 'tis but a step to shame —
From shame to loss of manly self-respect ;
Then comes disdainful scorn, then dark despair O'erwhelms the mind with melancholy thoughts, Then reason goes, and last of all comes ruin.
Oh ! poverty is source of every ill.
Maitreya — Ah well, cheer up ! Let's have no more of these woe begone memories. What's lost can't be recovered.
Caru-datta —I will grieve no more. Go you, my friend, Good !
And offer this oblation, just prepared,
Unto the gods, and mothers of us all.
Maitreya —Not I.
Caru-datta — And why not, pray?
Maitreya —Why, what's the use, when the gods you have wor
shiped have done nothing for you ? Caru-datta —
Friend, speak not thus, for worship is the duty Of every family ; the gods are honored
By offerings, and gratified by acts
Of penance and restraint in thought and word. Therefore, delay not to present the oblation.
Maitreya — I don't intend to go; send some one else. Caru-datta —
Stay quiet then for a little, till I have finished My religious meditations and prayer.
They are supposed here to retire, and a voice is heard be hind the scenes : —
Stop ! Vasanta-sena, stop !
The heroine of the play now appears in front of Caru- datta's house, pursued by the king's worthless but wealthy brother-in-law, called Samsthanaka, who is an embodiment of everything vicious and mean, in exact contrast to Caru-datta.
Samsthanaka — Stop! Vasanta-sena, stop! Why do you run away ? Don't be alarmed. I am not going to kill you. My poor
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heart is on fire with love, like a piece of meat placed on a heap of burning coals.
Vasanta-sena — Noble sir, I am only a weak woman. Samstlianaka — That is just why I don't intend murdering you. Vasanta-sena — Why then do you pursue me ? Do you seek my
jewels ?
Samsthandka — No, I only seek to gain your affections.
At this point the frightened Vasanta-sena discovers that she is close to Caru-datta's house. He is not only loved by her, but greatly respected as a man of honor ; and under cover of the evening darkness, now supposed to have supervened, she slips into the courtyard of his house by a side door, and hides herself. A companion who is with the king's brother now counsels him to desist from following her, by remarking: —
An elephant is bound by a chain,
A horse is curbed by a bridle and rein ; — But a woman is only held by her heart
If you can't hold that, you had better depart.
Samsthanaka, however, forces his way into Caru-datta's house ; and there finding Caru-datta's friend and companion Maitreya, thus addresses him: —
Take this message to Caru-datta. — Vasanta-sena loves you, and has taken refuge in your house. If you will deliver her up, you shall be rewarded by my everlasting friendship; if not, I shall remain your enemy till death. Give this message, so that I may hear you from the neighboring terrace; refuse to say exactly what I have told you, and I will crush your head as I would a wood apple beneath a door.
He then leaves the stage.
Maitreya accordingly delivers the message. Soon after wards the heroine Vasanta-sena ventures into the presence of Caru-datta, asks pardon for intruding into his house, requests him to take charge of a golden casket containing her ornaments as a deposit left in trust, and solicits his friend's escort back to her own house.
Maitreya is too much alarmed to accompany her, so Caru- datta himself escorts Vasanta-sena home.
So far is an epitome of the first act.
At the commencement of the second act a gambler is intro duced running away from the keeper of a gaming house, named
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Mathura, and another gambler to whom the first gambler has lost money, who are both pursuing him.
First Gambler — The master of the tables and the gamester are at my heels : how can I escape them ? Here is an empty temple: I will enter it walking backwards, and pretend to be its idol.
Mathura — Ho there ! stop, thief ! A gambler has lost ten suvar- nas, and is running off without paying. Stop him, stop him !
Second Gambler — He has run as far as this point ; but here the
They enter and make signs to each other on discovering the object of their search, who pretends to be an idol fixed on a pedestal.
track is lost. — Mathura Ah !
I see, — the footsteps are reversed : the rogue has walked backwards into this temple which has no image in it.
Second Gambler — Is this a wooden image, I wonder?
Mathura — No, no, it must be made of stone, I think. [So say ing, they shake and pinch him. ] Never mind, sit we down here, and play out our game. [They commence playing. ]
First Gambler [still acting the image, but looking on and toith difficulty restraining his wish to join in the game. Aside] — The rat tling of dice is as tantalizing to a penniless man as the sound of drums to a dethroned monarch ; verily it is sweet as the note of a nightingale.
Second Gambler — The throw is mine, the throw is mine! Mathura — No, it is mine, I say.
First Gambler [forgetting himself and jumping off his pedestal] —
No, I tell you it is mine.
Second Gambler — We've caught him!
Mathura — Yes, rascal, you're caught at last: hand over the
suvarnas. — First Gambler
Worthy sir, I'll pay them in good time.
Mathura — Hand them over this very minute, I say. [ They beat
him. ]
First Gambler [aside to Second Gambler] — I'll pay you half if
you will forgive me the rest.
Second Gambler — Agreed.
First Gambler [aside to Mathura] — I'll give you security for
half if you will let me off the other half.
Mathura — Agreed.
First Gambler — Then good morning to you, sirs; I'm off.
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Mathura —Hullo! stop there, where are you going so fast? Hand over the money.
First Gambler — See here, my good sirs, one has taken security for half, and the other has let me off another half. Isn't it clear I have nothing to pay ?
Mathura —No, no, my fine fellow: my name is Mathura, and I'm not such a fool as you take me for. Don't suppose I'm going to be cheated out of my ten suvarnas in this way. Hand them over, you scoundrel.
Upon that they set to work beating the unfortunate gam bler, whose cries for help bring to his rescue another gamester who happens to be passing. A general scuffle now takes place, and in the midst of the confusion the first gambler escapes. In his flight he comes to the house of Vasanta-sena, and finding the door open, rushes in. Vasanta-sena inquires who he is and what he wants. He then recites his story, and makes known to her that having been once in the service of Caru-datta, and having been discharged by him on account of his reduced cir cumstances, he has been driven to seek a livelihood by gambling. The mention of Caru-datta at once secures Vasanta-sena's aid ; and the pursuers having now tracked their fugitive to the door of her house, she sends them out a jeweled bracelet, which satis fies their demands, and they retire. The gambler expresses the deepest gratitude, hopes in return to be of use to Vasanta-sena at some future time, and announces his intention of abandoning his disreputable mode of life and becoming a Buddhist mendicant.
The third act opens with a scene inside Caru-datta's house. The time is supposed to be night. Caru-datta and Maitreya are absent at a concert. A servant is preparing their sleeping couches, and commences talking to himself thus : —
A good master who is kind to his servants, even though he be poor, is their delight ; while a harsh fellow, who is always finding fault and has nothing but his money to be proud of, is a perpetual torment from morning to night. Well, well ! one can't alter nature ; an ox can't be kept out of a field of corn, and a man once addicted to gambling can't be induced to leave off. My good master has gone to a concert. I must await his return ; so I may as well take a nap in the hall.
Meanwhile Caru-datta and Maitreya come back, and the servant delivers Vasanta-sena's golden casket, saying that it is his turn to take charge of it by night. They now lie down.
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Maitreya — Are you sleepy ? Carvr&atta —
Yes:
I feel inconstant sleep, with shadowy form Viewless and wayward, creep across my brow And weigh my eyelids down ; her soft approach Is like Decay's advance, which stronger grows Till it has mastered all our faculties,
And life is lost in blank unconsciousness.
The whole household is soon buried in slumber, when a thief named Sarvilaka is seen to approach. His soliloquy, while he proceeds to accomplish his design of breaking into the house, is curious, as showing that an Indian burglar's mode of operation in ancient times differed very little from that now in fashion. Moreover, it appears that the whole practice of housebreaking was carried on by professional artists according to certain fixed rules and principles, which a master of the science, named Yogacarya, had embodied in a kind of "Thieves' Manual," for the better training of his disciples. It is evident, too, that the fraternity of thieves, burglars, and rogues had a special presiding Deity and Patron in India, much in the same way as in ancient Greece and Rome.
It may be noted also, as still more curious, that the particu lar burglar here introduced is represented as a Brahman, that he is made to speak the learned language, Sanskrit, and to dis play acquaintance with Sanskrit literature ; while all the sub ordinate characters in Indian dramas, including women of rank, are represented as speaking one or other of the provincial dia lects called Prakrit. Here is part of the burglar's soliloquy : —
I advance creeping stealthily along the ground, like a snake wig gling out of its worn-out skin, making a path for my operations by the sheer force of my scientific craft, and artfully constructing an opening just big enough to admit my body with ease.
This friendly night which covers all the stars With a thick coat of darkness, acts the part Of a kind mother, shrouding me, her son, Whose valor is displayed in night assaults Upon my neighbors, and whose only dread
Is to be pounced upon by royal watchmen.
Good ! I have made a hole in the garden wall, and am now in the midst of the premises. Now for an attack on the four walls of the house itself.
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Men call this occupation mean, which thrives By triumphing o'er sleeping enemies.
This, they say, is not chivalry but burglary : But better far reproach with independence, Than cringing service without liberty ;
And did not Aswatthaman long ago CFerpower in night attack his slumbering foe?
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Where shall I make my breach ? Ah ! here's a rat hole — this is the very thing we disciples of the god Skanda hail as the best guide to our operations, and the best omen of success. Here then I must begin my excavation, that is clear; but how shall I pro ceed ? The golden-speared god has taught four methods of making a breach : namely, — pulling out baked bricks, cutting through un baked ones; soaking a mud wall with water, and boring through one made of wood. This wall is evidently of baked bricks, so they must be pulled out. Now for the shape of the hole. It must be carved according to some orthodox pattern : shall it be like a lotus
Then follows a little of the burglar's plain prose : —
Imust do it cleverly, so that to-morrow morning people may look at my handi
blossom, the sun, a crescent, a lake, a triangle, or a jar ?
work with wonder, and say to each other, " None but a skilled artist could have done this ! " The jar shape looks best in a wall of baked bricks. Be it so : now, then, to work ! Reverence to the golden- speared god Karttikeya, the giver of all boons ! Reverence to
Yogacarya, whose chief disciple I
am, and who was so pleased with his pupil that he gave me a magical pigment, which, when spread
over my body, prevents any police officer from catching sight of me
I have forgotten my measuring line. Never mind, I can use my Brahmanical cord, — a most serviceable implement to all Brahmans,
and any weapons from harming my limbs. Ah ! what a pity !
especially to men of my profession. It serves to measure a wall, or to throw round ornaments which have to be drawn from their places, or to lift the latch of a door, or to bind up one's finger when bitten by insects or snakes. And now, to commence measur ing. Good! the hole is exactly the right size; only one brick
I must bind up my finger and apply the antidote that's the only cure. Now I
remains ! Ah ! botheration !
I am bitten by a snake :
am all right again. Let me first peep in. What ! A light gleams somewhere ! Never mind ! the breach being perfect, I must creep in. Reverence to Karttikeya ! How now ! two men asleep ! Are they really asleep, or only shamming ? If they are shamming, they won't bear the glimmer of this lamp when passed over their faces ; — they are fast asleep, I believe, — their breathing is regular, their eyes are firmly closed, their joints are all relaxed, and their limbs
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of a dancing master ; I had better be off.
Maitreya here calls out in his sleep : —
protrude beyond the bed. What have we here ? Here are tabors, a lute, flutes, and books ; why, I must have broken into the house
an old bathing dress. Very good !
I took it for the mansion of a man of rank.
Master, I am afraid some thief is breaking into the house ; take you charge of the golden casket.
Sarvilaka — What! does he see me? Shall I have to kill him? No, no, it's all right, — he's only dreaming and talking in his sleep. But sure enough, he has hold of a casket of jewels wrapped up in
I will relieve him of his burden ; — but no, it's a shame to take the only thing the poor creature seems
to possess ; so I'll be off without more ado.
Maitreya — My good friend, if you won't take the casket, may
you incur the curse of disappointing the wishes of a cow and of a Brahman.
Sarvilaka — The wishes of a cow and a Brahman! These are much too sacred to be opposed ; so take the casket I must.
Accordingly he helps himself to the casket, and proceeds to make good his escape.
The noise he makes in going out rouses its inmates, and they discover that the house has been robbed. Caru-datta is greatly shocked at the loss of Vasanta-sena's casket, which had been deposited with him in trust. He has only one valuable thing left, — a necklace or string of jewels, forming part of the private property of his wife. This he sends by Maitreya to Vasanta-sena as a substitute for the casket.
The fourth act commences with a scene in Vasanta-sena's house. The burglar Sarvilaka is seen to approach, but this time with no burglarious designs. It appears that he is in love with Vasanta-sena's slave girl, and hopes to purchase her freedom by offering as a ransom the stolen casket of jewels, being of course ignorant that he is offering it to its owner. —
As he advances towards the house, he thus soliloquizes :
I have brought blame and censure on the night, I've triumphed over slumber, and defied
The vigilance of royal watchmen ; now
I imitate the moon, who, when the night
Is closing, quickly pales beneath the rays Of the ascending sun, and hides himself. I tremble, or I run, or stand aside,
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Or seek deliverance by a hundred shifts,
If haply from behind some hurried step Appears to track me, or a passer-by
Casts but a glance upon me ; every one
Is viewed by me suspiciously, for thus
A guilty conscience makes a man a coward, Affrighting him with his unrighteous deeds.
On reaching the house, he sees the object of his affections, the female slave of Vasanta-sena. He presents her with the casket, and begs her to take it to her mistress, and request in return freedom from further service. The servant girl, on see ing the casket, recognizes the ornaments as belonging to her mistress. She then reproaches her lover, who is forced to con fess how they came into his possession, and to explain that they were stolen entirely out of love for her. The altercation which ensues leads him to make some very disparaging remarks on the female sex generally. Here is a specimen of his asperities, which are somewhat softened down in the translation : —
A woman will for money smile or weep
According to your will ; she makes a man
Put trust in her, but trusts him not herself.
Women are as inconstant as the waves
Of ocean, their affection is as fugitive
As streak of sunset glow upon a cloud.
They cling with eager fondness to the man
Who yields them wealth, which they squeeze out like sap Out of a juicy plant, and then they leave him.
Therefore are men thought foolish who confide
In women and in fortune, for their windings
Are like the coils of serpent nymphs, insidious.
Well is it said, you cannot alter nature ;
The lotus grows not on the mountain top,
Asses refuse to bear a horse's burden,
He who sows barley reaps not fields of rice :
Do what you will, a woman will be a woman.
After other still more caustic aspersions, the thief Sarvilaka and his lover make up their differences, and it is agreed be tween them that the only way out of the difficulty is for him to take the casket to Vasanta-sena, as if he were a messenger from Caru-datta, sent to restore her property. This he does : and Vasanta-sena, who, unknown to the lovers, has overheard
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their conversation, astonishes Sarvilaka by setting her slave girl free and permitting her to become his wife, thus affording a practical refutation of his charge against women of selfish ness and want of generosity.
Soon after the departure of the lovers, an attendant an nounces the arrival of a Brahman from Caru-datta. This turns out to be Maitreya, who is honored by an introduction into the private garden attached to the inner apartments of Vasanta- sena's house. His passage through the courts of the mansion, no less than seven in number, is made an occasion for describ ing the interior of the splendid residence which a Hindu lady of wealth and fashion might be supposed, allowing for a little play of the imagination, to occupy.
The description affords a striking picture of Indian life and manners, which to this day are not greatly changed. The account of the courtyards will remind those who have seen Pompeii of some of the houses there, and will illustrate the now universally received opinion of the common origin of Hindus, Greeks, and Romans. Of course the object of Maitreya's visit to Vasanta-sena is to confess the loss of the casket, and to request her acceptance of the string of jewels from Caru-datta as a compensation. The good man in his simplicity expects that she will politely decline the costly present tendered by Caru-datta as a substitute for her far less valuable casket of ornaments ; but to his surprise and disgust she eagerly accepts the proffered compensation, and dismisses him with a few com plimentary words, — intending however, as it afterwards appears, to make the acceptance of Caru-datta's compensation an excuse for going in person to his house, that she may see him once again and restore to him with her own hand both the necklace and casket.
The fifth act opens with a scene in Caru-datta's garden. A heavy thunderstorm is supposed to be gathering, when Maitreya enters, salutes Caru-datta, and informs him of the particulars of his interview with Vasanta-sena. The rain now begins to descend in torrents, when a servant arrives to announce that Vasanta-sena is waiting outside. On hearing this, Maitreya says : —
What can she have come for ? Oh ! I know what she wants. She considers the casket worth more than the necklace of jewels, and so she wants to get the balance out of you.
Caru-datta — Then she shall go away satisfied.
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Meanwhile some delay occurs in admitting Vasanta-sena, which is made an occasion for introducing a dialogue between her and her attendant, in the course of which they are made to describe very poetically the grandeur of the approaching storm : the sudden accumulation of dense masses of threatening clouds, the increasing gloom followed by portentous darkness, the ter rific rolling of thunder, the blaze of blinding lightning, the sud den outburst of rain, as if the very clouds themselves were falling, and the effect of all this upon the animals, — some of which, such as the peacocks and storks, welcome the strife of elements with their shrillest cries. In her descriptions of the scene, Vasanta-sena speaks Sanskrit, which is quite an unusual circumstance, and an evidence of her superior education (no good sign, however, according to Eastern ideas), — the female characters in Indian dramas being supposed to be incapable of speaking anything but the ordinary provincial Prakrit. Vasanta-sena is ultimately admitted to the presence of Caru- datta, and before returning the necklace practices a little play ful deception upon him as a set-off against that tried upon herself. She pretends that the string of pearls sent to her by Caru-datta has been accidentally lost by her ; she therefore pro duces a casket which she begs him to accept in its place. This, of course, turns out to be the identical casket which the thief had carried off from Caru-datta's house. In the end the whole matter is explained, and both casket and necklace are given over to Caru-datta ; and the storm, having now increased in violence, Vasanta-sena, to her great delight, is obliged to accept the shelter of his roof and is conducted to his private apartments. This brings five acts of the drama to a close.
At the commencement of the sixth act, Vasanta-sena is sup posed to be at Caru-datta's house, waiting for a covered car riage which is to convey her away. While the vehicle is preparing, Caru-datta's child, a little boy, comes into the room with a toy cart made of clay. He appears to be crying, and an attendant explains that his tears are caused by certain childish troubles connected with his clay cart, which has ceased to please him since his happening to see one made of gold belonging to a neighbor's child. Upon this Vasanta-sena takes off her jeweled ornaments, places them in the clay cart, and tells the child to purchase a golden cart with the value of the jewels, as a present from herself. While this is going on, the carriage which is to convey her away is brought up to the door, but is
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driven off again to fetch some cushions accidentally forgotten by the driver. Meanwhile an empty carriage belonging to Samsthanaka, — the worthless brother-in-law of the king, — which is on its way to meet him at an appointed place in a cer tain garden called Pushpa-karandaka, happens to stop for a moment, impeded by some obstruction in the road close to the door of Caru-datta's house. Vasanta-sena, having been told that Caru-datta's carriage is ready and waiting for her, goes suddenly out and jumps by mistake into the carriage of the man who is most hateful to her, and the very man who is rep resented as persecuting her by his attentions in the first act. The driver of the empty vehicle, quite unaware of the passen ger he has suddenly received, and finding the road now clear before him, drives on to meet his master. Soon afterwards the empty carriage of Caru-datta is brought to the door, and in con nection with this incident an important part of the under plot of the drama is then introduced.
The seventh act continues this underplot, which, although ingeniously interwoven with the main action of the drama, is not sufficiently interesting to be worth following out in this epitome.
The eighth act commences with a scene in the Pushpa- karandaka garden. Our old friend, the gambler of the second act, who has abjured his evil ways, and is now converted into a Sramana, or Buddhist mendicant, appears with a wet garment in his hand. He begins his soliloquy with some verses, of which the following is a slightly amplified translation : —
Hear me, ye foolish, I implore —
Make sanctity your only store ;
Be satisfied with meager fare ;
Of greed and gluttony beware ;
Shun slumber, practice lucubration, Sound the deep gong of meditation, Restrain your appetite with zeal,
Let not these thieves your merit steal ; Be ever storing it anew,
And keep eternity in view.
Live ever thus, like me, austerely, And be the home of Virtue merely. Kill your five senses, murder then Women and all immoral men : Whoever has slain these evils seven
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Has saved himself, and goes to heaven. Nor think by shaven face and head
To prove your appetites are dead :
Who shears his head and not his heart Is an ascetic but in part ;
But he whose heart is closely lopped Has also head and visage cropped.
He then proceeds with his soliloquy thus : —
My tattered garment is now properly dyed of a reddish-yellow color. I will just slip into this garden belonging to the king's brother-in-law, wash my clothes in the lake, and then make off as fast as I can. —
A Voice behind stop.
Hollo there ! you wretch of a mendicant, stop,
Mendicant — Woe's me! Here is the king's brother himself coming. A poor mendicant once offended him, so now whenever he sees another like me, he slits his nose and drags him away like an ox. Where shall I take refuge ? None but the venerated Buddha can be my protector.
Samsthanaka, the king's brother-in-law, now enters the garden, and laying hold of the luckless mendicant, commences beating him. A companion of Samsthanaka, however, here interposes, and begs that the mendicant be released.
Samsthanaka then says : —
I will let him go on one condition, namely, that he removes all the mud from this pool without disturbing the water, or else collects all the clear water in a heap and then throws the mud away.
After some wrangling, and a good deal of nonsense of this sort, spoken by the king's brother, the mendicant is allowed to make off. Nevertheless, he still hangs about the precincts of the garden. In the mean time the carriage containing Vasanta- sena approaches.
Samsthanaka [to his companion] — What o'clock is it? That driver of mine, Sthavaraka, was ordered to be here sharp with the
carriage, and has not yet arrived. I
midday, and one cannot stir a step on foot; the sun is in mid sky, and can no more be looked at than an angry ape ; the ground is as parched as the face of Gandhari when her hundred sons were slain ; the birds seek shelter in the branches ; men panting with heat hide themselves from the sun's rays as well as they can in the recesses of their houses. Shall I give you a song to while away the time ? My
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voice is in first-rate condition, for I keep it so with asafetida, cumin seed, cyperus,*orris root, treacle, and ginger. [Sings. ]
The driver Sthavaraka now enters with the carriage con taining Vasanta-sena.
Samsthanaka — Oh ! here is the carriage at last.
On seeing he about to jump into the vehicle, but starts back in alarm, declaring that either thief or witch inside. In the end he recognizes Vasanta-sena, and in his delight at having secured the object of his affection, kneels at her feet in the attitude of lover. She at first terrified at the mistake she has made then in her anger and scorn, spurns him with her foot. This disdainful treatment so enrages the king's brother- in-law that he resolves to kill her on the spot. He tries first to induce his companion to put her to death, but he will not listen to so scandalous proposal. Stopping his ears, he says —
What kill woman, innocent and young,
Our city's ornament! Were to perpetrate
A deed so foul, who could transport my soul Across the stream that bounds the other world
Samsthanaka —Never fear. I'll make you a raft to carry you across.
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The heavens and all the quarters of the sky, The moon, the light-creating sun, the winds, This earth, the spirits of the dead, the god Of Justice, and the inner soul itself,
Witness man's actions, be they good or bad.
Samsthanaka — Conceal her under cloth, then, and kill her
under cover.
His associate remaining firm in his indignant refusal to have any hand in the crime, Samsthanaka next tries, first by bribes and then by threats, to force the driver Sthavaraka to do the deed for him.
Samsthanaka — Sthavaraka, my good fellow, will give you golden bracelets will place you on golden seat you shall eat all the dainties from my table you shall be chief of all my servants, — only do as bid you.
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Samsthanaka — Kill Vasanta-sena.
I brought her here in the carriage by mistake.
my fault ;
Samsthanaka — Do as I command you. Am I not your master ? Sthavaraka — You are master of my body, but not of my
morality. Pardon me, sir, I dare not commit such a crime. Samsthanaka — Why ? What are you afraid of ? Sthavaraka — Of futurity.
Samsthanaka — Futurity ? Who is he ?
Sthavaraka — The certain issue of our good and evil deeds. Samsthanaka — Then you won't murder her? [Begins beating
crime.
Samsthanaka's companion now interferes and says : —
Sthavaraka says well : he, now a slave,
Is poor and lowly in condition, but
Hopes for reward hereafter ; not so those — Who prosper in their wicked actions here, Destruction waits them in another sphere. Unequal fortune makes you here the lord
And him the slave, but there 't may be inverted, He to a lord and you to slave converted.
Samsthanaka — What a pair of cowards ! One of them is afraid of Injustice and the other of Futurity. Well, I'm a king's brother- in-law, and fear no one. Be off out of my way, you son of a slave.
The slave Sthavaraka then retreats. The king's brother, by pretending that the proposal to kill Vasanta-sena was only a joke, and by putting on a show of great affection for her, rids himself next of his companion, who would otherwise have defended her. He then strangles Vasanta-sena. Soon after wards his companion and the driver of the carriage, unable to repress their fears for her safety, return and find her apparently dead. The king's brother-in-law horrifies them by confessing that he has murdered her. After much angry altercation they leave him. He then covers up the body with some leaves, and resolves to go before a judge and accuse Caru-datta of having murdered Vasanta-sena for the sake of her costly ornaments. Meanwhile the Buddhist mendicant, having washed his gar ments, returns into the garden and finds the body under a heap of leaves. He sprinkles water on the face, and Vasanta-sena
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revives. He is delighted to have the power of making some return to his benefactress, who formerly delivered him from the rapacity of the gaming-house keeper. He therefore does all he can to restore animation, and having at last succeeded, places her in a neighboring convent to recover.
The ninth act opens with a scene in a court of justice.
The king laughed and said, " What really was my mind in
the matter?
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The king asked, " How may the difference between the not doing a thing and the not being able to do it, be represented ? " Mencius replied : " In such a thing as taking the T'ae Moun tain under your arm, and leaping over the North Sea with it, if you say to your people, ' I am not able to do it,' that is a real case of not being able. In such a matter as breaking off a branch from a tree at the order of a superior, if you say to people, ' I am not able to do it,' that is a case of not doing it, it is not a case of not being able to do it. Therefore your Maj esty's not exercising the imperial sway is not such a case as that of taking the T'ae Mountain under your arm, and leaping over the North Sea with it. Your Majesty's not exercising the imperial sway is a case like that of breaking off a branch from a tree.
" Treat with the reverence due to age the elders in your own family, so that the elders in the families of others shall be simi larly treated ; treat with the kindness due to youth the young in your own family, so that the young in the families of others shall be similarly treated ; do this, and the empire may be made to go round in your palm. It is said in the ' Book of Poetry,' ' His example affected his wife. It reached to his brothers, and his family of the state was governed by it. ' The language shows how King Wan simply took this kindly heart, and exercised it towards those parties. Therefore, the carrying out his kindly heart by a prince will suffice for the love and protection of all within the four seas, and if he do not carry it out, he will not be able to protect his wife and children. The way in which the ancients came greatly to surpass other men was no other than this, — simply that they knew how to carry out, so as to affect others, what they themselves did. Now, your kindness is sufficient to reach to animals, and no benefits are extended from it to reach the people. How is this ? Is an exception to be made here ?
" By weighing, we know what things are light, and what heavy. By measuring we know what things are long, and what short. The relations of all things may be thus deter mined, and it is of the greatest importance to estimate the motions of the mind. I beg your Majesty to measure it.
" You collect your equipments of war, endanger your sol diers and officers, and excite the resentment of the other princes : do these things cause you pleasure in your mind ? "
The king laughed, and did not speak. Mencius resumed :
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" Are you led to desire it because you have not enough of rich and sweet food for your mouth ? Or because you have not enough of light and warm clothing for your body? Or because you have not enow of beautifully colored objects to delight your eyes ? Or because you have not voices and tones enow to please your ears ? Or because you have not enow of attendants and favorites to stand before you and receive your orders ? Your Majesty's various officers are sufficient to sup ply you with those things. How can your Majesty be led to entertain such a desire on account of them ? " " No," said the king; "my desire is not on account of them. " Mencius added, " Then, what your Majesty greatly desires may be known. You wish to enlarge your territories, to have Ts'in and Ts'oo wait at your court, to rule the Middle Kingdom, and to attract to you the barbarous tribes that surround it. But to do what you do to seek for what you desire is like climbing a tree to seek for fish. " "
The king said, "Is it so bad as that?
was the reply. " If you climb a tree to seek for fish, although you do not get the fish, you will not suffer any subsequent calamity. But if you do what you do to seek for what you desire, doing it moreover with all your heart, you will as suredly afterwards meet with calamities. " The king asked, " May I hear from you the proof of that ? " Mencius said, " If the people of Tsow should fight with the people of Ts'oo, which of them does your Majesty think would conquer ? " "The people of Ts'oo could conquer. " "Yes; — and so it is certain that a small country cannot contend with a great, that few cannot contend with many, that the weak cannot contend with the strong. The territory within the four seas embraces nine divisions, each of a thousand li square. All Ts'e to gether is but one of them. If with one part you try to subdue the other eight, what is the difference between that and Tsow's contending with Ts'oo ? For, with the desire which you have, you must likewise turn back to the radical course for its attainment.
" Now, if your Majesty will institute a government whose action shall all be benevolent, this will cause all the officers in the empire to wish to stand in your Majesty's court, and the farmers all to wish to plow in your Majesty's fields, and the merchants, both traveling and stationary, all to wish to store their goods in your Majesty's market places, and traveling
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strangers all to wish to make their tours on your Majesty's roads, and all throughout the empire who feel aggrieved by their rulers to wish to come and complain to your Majesty. And when they are so bent, who will be able to keep them back? " "
I am stupid, and not able to advance to this. I wish you, my master, to assist my intentions. Teach me clearly ; although I am deficient in intelligence and vigor, I
The king said,
will essay and try to carry your instructions into effect. " Mencius replied, "They are only men of education, who,
without a certain livelihood, are able to maintain a fixed heart. As to the people, if they have not a certain livelihood, it follows that they will not have a fixed heart. And if they have not a fixed heart, there is nothing which they will not do, in the way of self-abandonment, of moral deflection, of depravity, and of wild license. When they thus have been involved in crime, to follow them up and punish them, — this is to entrap the people. How can such a thing as entrapping the people be done under the rule of a benevolent man ?
" Therefore an intelligent ruler will regulate the livelihood of the people, so as to make sure that, above, they shall have sufficient wherewith to serve their parents, and, below, suffi cient wherewith to support their wives and children ; that in good years they shall always be abundantly satisfied, and that in bad years they shall escape the danger of perishing. After this he may urge them, and they will proceed to what is good, for in this case the people will follow after that with ease.
"Now, the livelihood of the people is so regulated that, above, they have not sufficient wherewith to serve their parents, and below, they have not sufficient wherewith to support their wives and children. Notwithstanding good years, their lives are continually embittered, and, in bad years, they do not escape perishing. In such circumstances they only try to save them selves from death, and are afraid they will not succeed. What leisure have they to cultivate propriety and righteousness ?
" If your Majesty wishes to effect this regulation of the livelihood of the people, why not turn to that which is the essential step to it ?
" Let mulberry trees be planted about the homesteads with their five mow, and persons of fifty years may be clothed with silk. In keeping fowls, pigs, and swine, let not their times of breeding be neglected, and persons of seventy years may eat
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flesh. Let there not be taken away the time that is proper for the cultivation of the farm with its hundred mow, and the family of eight mouths that is supported by it shall not suffer from hunger. Let careful attention be paid to education in schools, — the inculcation in it especially of the filial and fra ternal duties, and gray -haired men will not be seen upon the roads, carrying burdens on their backs or on their heads. It never has been that the ruler of a state where such results were seen, — the old wearing silk and eating flesh, and the black-haired people suffering neither from hunger nor cold, — did not attain to the imperial dignity. "
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Translated and Abridged by Sir MONIER MONIER-WILLIAMS.
[Sir Monier Monier- Williams : A leading Anglo-Indian lexicographer and Orientalist ; born at Bombay, India, November 12, 1819 ; died 1889. From 1860 on he was professor of Sanskrit in Oxford. He published several Sanskrit dictionaries, a Sanskrit and a Hindustani grammar; "Indian Epic Poetry" (1863), "Indian Wisdom" (1875), "Hinduism" (1877), "Modern India and the Indians" (1878), "Buddhism," etc. , 1889. ]
[The earliest extant Sanskrit drama : attributed to King Sudraka, who is sometimes said to have reigned in the first or second century B. C. ; but the play in fact is probably not much earlier than the fifth century a. d. , and by some playwright who judiciously gave the king the honor. ]
The first scene represents a court in front of Caru-datta's house. His friend Maitreya — who, although a Brahman, acts the part of a sort of jovial companion, and displays a disposi tion of mixed shrewdness and simplicity — laments Caru-datta's fallen fortunes, caused by his too great liberality.
replies thus : —
Carurdatta —
Think not, my friend, I mourn departed wealth : One thing alone torments me, — that my guests Desert my beggared house, like to the bees
That swarm around the elephant, when dews Exhale from his broad front ; but quickly leave His dried-up temples when they yield no sweets.
Caru-datta
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Maitreya — The sons of slaves! These guests you speak of are always ready to make a morning meal off a man's property.
Caru-datta —
It is most true, but I bestow no thought
On my lost property, — as fate decrees — Wealth comes and goes ; but this is torture to me, That friendships I thought firm hang all relaxed And loose, when poverty sticks closest to me.
From poverty 'tis but a step to shame —
From shame to loss of manly self-respect ;
Then comes disdainful scorn, then dark despair O'erwhelms the mind with melancholy thoughts, Then reason goes, and last of all comes ruin.
Oh ! poverty is source of every ill.
Maitreya — Ah well, cheer up ! Let's have no more of these woe begone memories. What's lost can't be recovered.
Caru-datta —I will grieve no more. Go you, my friend, Good !
And offer this oblation, just prepared,
Unto the gods, and mothers of us all.
Maitreya —Not I.
Caru-datta — And why not, pray?
Maitreya —Why, what's the use, when the gods you have wor
shiped have done nothing for you ? Caru-datta —
Friend, speak not thus, for worship is the duty Of every family ; the gods are honored
By offerings, and gratified by acts
Of penance and restraint in thought and word. Therefore, delay not to present the oblation.
Maitreya — I don't intend to go; send some one else. Caru-datta —
Stay quiet then for a little, till I have finished My religious meditations and prayer.
They are supposed here to retire, and a voice is heard be hind the scenes : —
Stop ! Vasanta-sena, stop !
The heroine of the play now appears in front of Caru- datta's house, pursued by the king's worthless but wealthy brother-in-law, called Samsthanaka, who is an embodiment of everything vicious and mean, in exact contrast to Caru-datta.
Samsthanaka — Stop! Vasanta-sena, stop! Why do you run away ? Don't be alarmed. I am not going to kill you. My poor
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heart is on fire with love, like a piece of meat placed on a heap of burning coals.
Vasanta-sena — Noble sir, I am only a weak woman. Samstlianaka — That is just why I don't intend murdering you. Vasanta-sena — Why then do you pursue me ? Do you seek my
jewels ?
Samsthandka — No, I only seek to gain your affections.
At this point the frightened Vasanta-sena discovers that she is close to Caru-datta's house. He is not only loved by her, but greatly respected as a man of honor ; and under cover of the evening darkness, now supposed to have supervened, she slips into the courtyard of his house by a side door, and hides herself. A companion who is with the king's brother now counsels him to desist from following her, by remarking: —
An elephant is bound by a chain,
A horse is curbed by a bridle and rein ; — But a woman is only held by her heart
If you can't hold that, you had better depart.
Samsthanaka, however, forces his way into Caru-datta's house ; and there finding Caru-datta's friend and companion Maitreya, thus addresses him: —
Take this message to Caru-datta. — Vasanta-sena loves you, and has taken refuge in your house. If you will deliver her up, you shall be rewarded by my everlasting friendship; if not, I shall remain your enemy till death. Give this message, so that I may hear you from the neighboring terrace; refuse to say exactly what I have told you, and I will crush your head as I would a wood apple beneath a door.
He then leaves the stage.
Maitreya accordingly delivers the message. Soon after wards the heroine Vasanta-sena ventures into the presence of Caru-datta, asks pardon for intruding into his house, requests him to take charge of a golden casket containing her ornaments as a deposit left in trust, and solicits his friend's escort back to her own house.
Maitreya is too much alarmed to accompany her, so Caru- datta himself escorts Vasanta-sena home.
So far is an epitome of the first act.
At the commencement of the second act a gambler is intro duced running away from the keeper of a gaming house, named
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Mathura, and another gambler to whom the first gambler has lost money, who are both pursuing him.
First Gambler — The master of the tables and the gamester are at my heels : how can I escape them ? Here is an empty temple: I will enter it walking backwards, and pretend to be its idol.
Mathura — Ho there ! stop, thief ! A gambler has lost ten suvar- nas, and is running off without paying. Stop him, stop him !
Second Gambler — He has run as far as this point ; but here the
They enter and make signs to each other on discovering the object of their search, who pretends to be an idol fixed on a pedestal.
track is lost. — Mathura Ah !
I see, — the footsteps are reversed : the rogue has walked backwards into this temple which has no image in it.
Second Gambler — Is this a wooden image, I wonder?
Mathura — No, no, it must be made of stone, I think. [So say ing, they shake and pinch him. ] Never mind, sit we down here, and play out our game. [They commence playing. ]
First Gambler [still acting the image, but looking on and toith difficulty restraining his wish to join in the game. Aside] — The rat tling of dice is as tantalizing to a penniless man as the sound of drums to a dethroned monarch ; verily it is sweet as the note of a nightingale.
Second Gambler — The throw is mine, the throw is mine! Mathura — No, it is mine, I say.
First Gambler [forgetting himself and jumping off his pedestal] —
No, I tell you it is mine.
Second Gambler — We've caught him!
Mathura — Yes, rascal, you're caught at last: hand over the
suvarnas. — First Gambler
Worthy sir, I'll pay them in good time.
Mathura — Hand them over this very minute, I say. [ They beat
him. ]
First Gambler [aside to Second Gambler] — I'll pay you half if
you will forgive me the rest.
Second Gambler — Agreed.
First Gambler [aside to Mathura] — I'll give you security for
half if you will let me off the other half.
Mathura — Agreed.
First Gambler — Then good morning to you, sirs; I'm off.
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Mathura —Hullo! stop there, where are you going so fast? Hand over the money.
First Gambler — See here, my good sirs, one has taken security for half, and the other has let me off another half. Isn't it clear I have nothing to pay ?
Mathura —No, no, my fine fellow: my name is Mathura, and I'm not such a fool as you take me for. Don't suppose I'm going to be cheated out of my ten suvarnas in this way. Hand them over, you scoundrel.
Upon that they set to work beating the unfortunate gam bler, whose cries for help bring to his rescue another gamester who happens to be passing. A general scuffle now takes place, and in the midst of the confusion the first gambler escapes. In his flight he comes to the house of Vasanta-sena, and finding the door open, rushes in. Vasanta-sena inquires who he is and what he wants. He then recites his story, and makes known to her that having been once in the service of Caru-datta, and having been discharged by him on account of his reduced cir cumstances, he has been driven to seek a livelihood by gambling. The mention of Caru-datta at once secures Vasanta-sena's aid ; and the pursuers having now tracked their fugitive to the door of her house, she sends them out a jeweled bracelet, which satis fies their demands, and they retire. The gambler expresses the deepest gratitude, hopes in return to be of use to Vasanta-sena at some future time, and announces his intention of abandoning his disreputable mode of life and becoming a Buddhist mendicant.
The third act opens with a scene inside Caru-datta's house. The time is supposed to be night. Caru-datta and Maitreya are absent at a concert. A servant is preparing their sleeping couches, and commences talking to himself thus : —
A good master who is kind to his servants, even though he be poor, is their delight ; while a harsh fellow, who is always finding fault and has nothing but his money to be proud of, is a perpetual torment from morning to night. Well, well ! one can't alter nature ; an ox can't be kept out of a field of corn, and a man once addicted to gambling can't be induced to leave off. My good master has gone to a concert. I must await his return ; so I may as well take a nap in the hall.
Meanwhile Caru-datta and Maitreya come back, and the servant delivers Vasanta-sena's golden casket, saying that it is his turn to take charge of it by night. They now lie down.
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Maitreya — Are you sleepy ? Carvr&atta —
Yes:
I feel inconstant sleep, with shadowy form Viewless and wayward, creep across my brow And weigh my eyelids down ; her soft approach Is like Decay's advance, which stronger grows Till it has mastered all our faculties,
And life is lost in blank unconsciousness.
The whole household is soon buried in slumber, when a thief named Sarvilaka is seen to approach. His soliloquy, while he proceeds to accomplish his design of breaking into the house, is curious, as showing that an Indian burglar's mode of operation in ancient times differed very little from that now in fashion. Moreover, it appears that the whole practice of housebreaking was carried on by professional artists according to certain fixed rules and principles, which a master of the science, named Yogacarya, had embodied in a kind of "Thieves' Manual," for the better training of his disciples. It is evident, too, that the fraternity of thieves, burglars, and rogues had a special presiding Deity and Patron in India, much in the same way as in ancient Greece and Rome.
It may be noted also, as still more curious, that the particu lar burglar here introduced is represented as a Brahman, that he is made to speak the learned language, Sanskrit, and to dis play acquaintance with Sanskrit literature ; while all the sub ordinate characters in Indian dramas, including women of rank, are represented as speaking one or other of the provincial dia lects called Prakrit. Here is part of the burglar's soliloquy : —
I advance creeping stealthily along the ground, like a snake wig gling out of its worn-out skin, making a path for my operations by the sheer force of my scientific craft, and artfully constructing an opening just big enough to admit my body with ease.
This friendly night which covers all the stars With a thick coat of darkness, acts the part Of a kind mother, shrouding me, her son, Whose valor is displayed in night assaults Upon my neighbors, and whose only dread
Is to be pounced upon by royal watchmen.
Good ! I have made a hole in the garden wall, and am now in the midst of the premises. Now for an attack on the four walls of the house itself.
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Men call this occupation mean, which thrives By triumphing o'er sleeping enemies.
This, they say, is not chivalry but burglary : But better far reproach with independence, Than cringing service without liberty ;
And did not Aswatthaman long ago CFerpower in night attack his slumbering foe?
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Where shall I make my breach ? Ah ! here's a rat hole — this is the very thing we disciples of the god Skanda hail as the best guide to our operations, and the best omen of success. Here then I must begin my excavation, that is clear; but how shall I pro ceed ? The golden-speared god has taught four methods of making a breach : namely, — pulling out baked bricks, cutting through un baked ones; soaking a mud wall with water, and boring through one made of wood. This wall is evidently of baked bricks, so they must be pulled out. Now for the shape of the hole. It must be carved according to some orthodox pattern : shall it be like a lotus
Then follows a little of the burglar's plain prose : —
Imust do it cleverly, so that to-morrow morning people may look at my handi
blossom, the sun, a crescent, a lake, a triangle, or a jar ?
work with wonder, and say to each other, " None but a skilled artist could have done this ! " The jar shape looks best in a wall of baked bricks. Be it so : now, then, to work ! Reverence to the golden- speared god Karttikeya, the giver of all boons ! Reverence to
Yogacarya, whose chief disciple I
am, and who was so pleased with his pupil that he gave me a magical pigment, which, when spread
over my body, prevents any police officer from catching sight of me
I have forgotten my measuring line. Never mind, I can use my Brahmanical cord, — a most serviceable implement to all Brahmans,
and any weapons from harming my limbs. Ah ! what a pity !
especially to men of my profession. It serves to measure a wall, or to throw round ornaments which have to be drawn from their places, or to lift the latch of a door, or to bind up one's finger when bitten by insects or snakes. And now, to commence measur ing. Good! the hole is exactly the right size; only one brick
I must bind up my finger and apply the antidote that's the only cure. Now I
remains ! Ah ! botheration !
I am bitten by a snake :
am all right again. Let me first peep in. What ! A light gleams somewhere ! Never mind ! the breach being perfect, I must creep in. Reverence to Karttikeya ! How now ! two men asleep ! Are they really asleep, or only shamming ? If they are shamming, they won't bear the glimmer of this lamp when passed over their faces ; — they are fast asleep, I believe, — their breathing is regular, their eyes are firmly closed, their joints are all relaxed, and their limbs
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of a dancing master ; I had better be off.
Maitreya here calls out in his sleep : —
protrude beyond the bed. What have we here ? Here are tabors, a lute, flutes, and books ; why, I must have broken into the house
an old bathing dress. Very good !
I took it for the mansion of a man of rank.
Master, I am afraid some thief is breaking into the house ; take you charge of the golden casket.
Sarvilaka — What! does he see me? Shall I have to kill him? No, no, it's all right, — he's only dreaming and talking in his sleep. But sure enough, he has hold of a casket of jewels wrapped up in
I will relieve him of his burden ; — but no, it's a shame to take the only thing the poor creature seems
to possess ; so I'll be off without more ado.
Maitreya — My good friend, if you won't take the casket, may
you incur the curse of disappointing the wishes of a cow and of a Brahman.
Sarvilaka — The wishes of a cow and a Brahman! These are much too sacred to be opposed ; so take the casket I must.
Accordingly he helps himself to the casket, and proceeds to make good his escape.
The noise he makes in going out rouses its inmates, and they discover that the house has been robbed. Caru-datta is greatly shocked at the loss of Vasanta-sena's casket, which had been deposited with him in trust. He has only one valuable thing left, — a necklace or string of jewels, forming part of the private property of his wife. This he sends by Maitreya to Vasanta-sena as a substitute for the casket.
The fourth act commences with a scene in Vasanta-sena's house. The burglar Sarvilaka is seen to approach, but this time with no burglarious designs. It appears that he is in love with Vasanta-sena's slave girl, and hopes to purchase her freedom by offering as a ransom the stolen casket of jewels, being of course ignorant that he is offering it to its owner. —
As he advances towards the house, he thus soliloquizes :
I have brought blame and censure on the night, I've triumphed over slumber, and defied
The vigilance of royal watchmen ; now
I imitate the moon, who, when the night
Is closing, quickly pales beneath the rays Of the ascending sun, and hides himself. I tremble, or I run, or stand aside,
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Or seek deliverance by a hundred shifts,
If haply from behind some hurried step Appears to track me, or a passer-by
Casts but a glance upon me ; every one
Is viewed by me suspiciously, for thus
A guilty conscience makes a man a coward, Affrighting him with his unrighteous deeds.
On reaching the house, he sees the object of his affections, the female slave of Vasanta-sena. He presents her with the casket, and begs her to take it to her mistress, and request in return freedom from further service. The servant girl, on see ing the casket, recognizes the ornaments as belonging to her mistress. She then reproaches her lover, who is forced to con fess how they came into his possession, and to explain that they were stolen entirely out of love for her. The altercation which ensues leads him to make some very disparaging remarks on the female sex generally. Here is a specimen of his asperities, which are somewhat softened down in the translation : —
A woman will for money smile or weep
According to your will ; she makes a man
Put trust in her, but trusts him not herself.
Women are as inconstant as the waves
Of ocean, their affection is as fugitive
As streak of sunset glow upon a cloud.
They cling with eager fondness to the man
Who yields them wealth, which they squeeze out like sap Out of a juicy plant, and then they leave him.
Therefore are men thought foolish who confide
In women and in fortune, for their windings
Are like the coils of serpent nymphs, insidious.
Well is it said, you cannot alter nature ;
The lotus grows not on the mountain top,
Asses refuse to bear a horse's burden,
He who sows barley reaps not fields of rice :
Do what you will, a woman will be a woman.
After other still more caustic aspersions, the thief Sarvilaka and his lover make up their differences, and it is agreed be tween them that the only way out of the difficulty is for him to take the casket to Vasanta-sena, as if he were a messenger from Caru-datta, sent to restore her property. This he does : and Vasanta-sena, who, unknown to the lovers, has overheard
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their conversation, astonishes Sarvilaka by setting her slave girl free and permitting her to become his wife, thus affording a practical refutation of his charge against women of selfish ness and want of generosity.
Soon after the departure of the lovers, an attendant an nounces the arrival of a Brahman from Caru-datta. This turns out to be Maitreya, who is honored by an introduction into the private garden attached to the inner apartments of Vasanta- sena's house. His passage through the courts of the mansion, no less than seven in number, is made an occasion for describ ing the interior of the splendid residence which a Hindu lady of wealth and fashion might be supposed, allowing for a little play of the imagination, to occupy.
The description affords a striking picture of Indian life and manners, which to this day are not greatly changed. The account of the courtyards will remind those who have seen Pompeii of some of the houses there, and will illustrate the now universally received opinion of the common origin of Hindus, Greeks, and Romans. Of course the object of Maitreya's visit to Vasanta-sena is to confess the loss of the casket, and to request her acceptance of the string of jewels from Caru-datta as a compensation. The good man in his simplicity expects that she will politely decline the costly present tendered by Caru-datta as a substitute for her far less valuable casket of ornaments ; but to his surprise and disgust she eagerly accepts the proffered compensation, and dismisses him with a few com plimentary words, — intending however, as it afterwards appears, to make the acceptance of Caru-datta's compensation an excuse for going in person to his house, that she may see him once again and restore to him with her own hand both the necklace and casket.
The fifth act opens with a scene in Caru-datta's garden. A heavy thunderstorm is supposed to be gathering, when Maitreya enters, salutes Caru-datta, and informs him of the particulars of his interview with Vasanta-sena. The rain now begins to descend in torrents, when a servant arrives to announce that Vasanta-sena is waiting outside. On hearing this, Maitreya says : —
What can she have come for ? Oh ! I know what she wants. She considers the casket worth more than the necklace of jewels, and so she wants to get the balance out of you.
Caru-datta — Then she shall go away satisfied.
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Meanwhile some delay occurs in admitting Vasanta-sena, which is made an occasion for introducing a dialogue between her and her attendant, in the course of which they are made to describe very poetically the grandeur of the approaching storm : the sudden accumulation of dense masses of threatening clouds, the increasing gloom followed by portentous darkness, the ter rific rolling of thunder, the blaze of blinding lightning, the sud den outburst of rain, as if the very clouds themselves were falling, and the effect of all this upon the animals, — some of which, such as the peacocks and storks, welcome the strife of elements with their shrillest cries. In her descriptions of the scene, Vasanta-sena speaks Sanskrit, which is quite an unusual circumstance, and an evidence of her superior education (no good sign, however, according to Eastern ideas), — the female characters in Indian dramas being supposed to be incapable of speaking anything but the ordinary provincial Prakrit. Vasanta-sena is ultimately admitted to the presence of Caru- datta, and before returning the necklace practices a little play ful deception upon him as a set-off against that tried upon herself. She pretends that the string of pearls sent to her by Caru-datta has been accidentally lost by her ; she therefore pro duces a casket which she begs him to accept in its place. This, of course, turns out to be the identical casket which the thief had carried off from Caru-datta's house. In the end the whole matter is explained, and both casket and necklace are given over to Caru-datta ; and the storm, having now increased in violence, Vasanta-sena, to her great delight, is obliged to accept the shelter of his roof and is conducted to his private apartments. This brings five acts of the drama to a close.
At the commencement of the sixth act, Vasanta-sena is sup posed to be at Caru-datta's house, waiting for a covered car riage which is to convey her away. While the vehicle is preparing, Caru-datta's child, a little boy, comes into the room with a toy cart made of clay. He appears to be crying, and an attendant explains that his tears are caused by certain childish troubles connected with his clay cart, which has ceased to please him since his happening to see one made of gold belonging to a neighbor's child. Upon this Vasanta-sena takes off her jeweled ornaments, places them in the clay cart, and tells the child to purchase a golden cart with the value of the jewels, as a present from herself. While this is going on, the carriage which is to convey her away is brought up to the door, but is
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driven off again to fetch some cushions accidentally forgotten by the driver. Meanwhile an empty carriage belonging to Samsthanaka, — the worthless brother-in-law of the king, — which is on its way to meet him at an appointed place in a cer tain garden called Pushpa-karandaka, happens to stop for a moment, impeded by some obstruction in the road close to the door of Caru-datta's house. Vasanta-sena, having been told that Caru-datta's carriage is ready and waiting for her, goes suddenly out and jumps by mistake into the carriage of the man who is most hateful to her, and the very man who is rep resented as persecuting her by his attentions in the first act. The driver of the empty vehicle, quite unaware of the passen ger he has suddenly received, and finding the road now clear before him, drives on to meet his master. Soon afterwards the empty carriage of Caru-datta is brought to the door, and in con nection with this incident an important part of the under plot of the drama is then introduced.
The seventh act continues this underplot, which, although ingeniously interwoven with the main action of the drama, is not sufficiently interesting to be worth following out in this epitome.
The eighth act commences with a scene in the Pushpa- karandaka garden. Our old friend, the gambler of the second act, who has abjured his evil ways, and is now converted into a Sramana, or Buddhist mendicant, appears with a wet garment in his hand. He begins his soliloquy with some verses, of which the following is a slightly amplified translation : —
Hear me, ye foolish, I implore —
Make sanctity your only store ;
Be satisfied with meager fare ;
Of greed and gluttony beware ;
Shun slumber, practice lucubration, Sound the deep gong of meditation, Restrain your appetite with zeal,
Let not these thieves your merit steal ; Be ever storing it anew,
And keep eternity in view.
Live ever thus, like me, austerely, And be the home of Virtue merely. Kill your five senses, murder then Women and all immoral men : Whoever has slain these evils seven
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Has saved himself, and goes to heaven. Nor think by shaven face and head
To prove your appetites are dead :
Who shears his head and not his heart Is an ascetic but in part ;
But he whose heart is closely lopped Has also head and visage cropped.
He then proceeds with his soliloquy thus : —
My tattered garment is now properly dyed of a reddish-yellow color. I will just slip into this garden belonging to the king's brother-in-law, wash my clothes in the lake, and then make off as fast as I can. —
A Voice behind stop.
Hollo there ! you wretch of a mendicant, stop,
Mendicant — Woe's me! Here is the king's brother himself coming. A poor mendicant once offended him, so now whenever he sees another like me, he slits his nose and drags him away like an ox. Where shall I take refuge ? None but the venerated Buddha can be my protector.
Samsthanaka, the king's brother-in-law, now enters the garden, and laying hold of the luckless mendicant, commences beating him. A companion of Samsthanaka, however, here interposes, and begs that the mendicant be released.
Samsthanaka then says : —
I will let him go on one condition, namely, that he removes all the mud from this pool without disturbing the water, or else collects all the clear water in a heap and then throws the mud away.
After some wrangling, and a good deal of nonsense of this sort, spoken by the king's brother, the mendicant is allowed to make off. Nevertheless, he still hangs about the precincts of the garden. In the mean time the carriage containing Vasanta- sena approaches.
Samsthanaka [to his companion] — What o'clock is it? That driver of mine, Sthavaraka, was ordered to be here sharp with the
carriage, and has not yet arrived. I
midday, and one cannot stir a step on foot; the sun is in mid sky, and can no more be looked at than an angry ape ; the ground is as parched as the face of Gandhari when her hundred sons were slain ; the birds seek shelter in the branches ; men panting with heat hide themselves from the sun's rays as well as they can in the recesses of their houses. Shall I give you a song to while away the time ? My
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voice is in first-rate condition, for I keep it so with asafetida, cumin seed, cyperus,*orris root, treacle, and ginger. [Sings. ]
The driver Sthavaraka now enters with the carriage con taining Vasanta-sena.
Samsthanaka — Oh ! here is the carriage at last.
On seeing he about to jump into the vehicle, but starts back in alarm, declaring that either thief or witch inside. In the end he recognizes Vasanta-sena, and in his delight at having secured the object of his affection, kneels at her feet in the attitude of lover. She at first terrified at the mistake she has made then in her anger and scorn, spurns him with her foot. This disdainful treatment so enrages the king's brother- in-law that he resolves to kill her on the spot. He tries first to induce his companion to put her to death, but he will not listen to so scandalous proposal. Stopping his ears, he says —
What kill woman, innocent and young,
Our city's ornament! Were to perpetrate
A deed so foul, who could transport my soul Across the stream that bounds the other world
Samsthanaka —Never fear. I'll make you a raft to carry you across.
To this his companion replies, quoting with little altera
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The heavens and all the quarters of the sky, The moon, the light-creating sun, the winds, This earth, the spirits of the dead, the god Of Justice, and the inner soul itself,
Witness man's actions, be they good or bad.
Samsthanaka — Conceal her under cloth, then, and kill her
under cover.
His associate remaining firm in his indignant refusal to have any hand in the crime, Samsthanaka next tries, first by bribes and then by threats, to force the driver Sthavaraka to do the deed for him.
Samsthanaka — Sthavaraka, my good fellow, will give you golden bracelets will place you on golden seat you shall eat all the dainties from my table you shall be chief of all my servants, — only do as bid you.
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Samsthanaka — Kill Vasanta-sena.
I brought her here in the carriage by mistake.
my fault ;
Samsthanaka — Do as I command you. Am I not your master ? Sthavaraka — You are master of my body, but not of my
morality. Pardon me, sir, I dare not commit such a crime. Samsthanaka — Why ? What are you afraid of ? Sthavaraka — Of futurity.
Samsthanaka — Futurity ? Who is he ?
Sthavaraka — The certain issue of our good and evil deeds. Samsthanaka — Then you won't murder her? [Begins beating
crime.
Samsthanaka's companion now interferes and says : —
Sthavaraka says well : he, now a slave,
Is poor and lowly in condition, but
Hopes for reward hereafter ; not so those — Who prosper in their wicked actions here, Destruction waits them in another sphere. Unequal fortune makes you here the lord
And him the slave, but there 't may be inverted, He to a lord and you to slave converted.
Samsthanaka — What a pair of cowards ! One of them is afraid of Injustice and the other of Futurity. Well, I'm a king's brother- in-law, and fear no one. Be off out of my way, you son of a slave.
The slave Sthavaraka then retreats. The king's brother, by pretending that the proposal to kill Vasanta-sena was only a joke, and by putting on a show of great affection for her, rids himself next of his companion, who would otherwise have defended her. He then strangles Vasanta-sena. Soon after wards his companion and the driver of the carriage, unable to repress their fears for her safety, return and find her apparently dead. The king's brother-in-law horrifies them by confessing that he has murdered her. After much angry altercation they leave him. He then covers up the body with some leaves, and resolves to go before a judge and accuse Caru-datta of having murdered Vasanta-sena for the sake of her costly ornaments. Meanwhile the Buddhist mendicant, having washed his gar ments, returns into the garden and finds the body under a heap of leaves. He sprinkles water on the face, and Vasanta-sena
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revives. He is delighted to have the power of making some return to his benefactress, who formerly delivered him from the rapacity of the gaming-house keeper. He therefore does all he can to restore animation, and having at last succeeded, places her in a neighboring convent to recover.
The ninth act opens with a scene in a court of justice.
