Hassan : the story of Hassan of Bagdad, and how he came to make the golden journey to Samarkand : a play in five acts by James Elroy Flecker
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Master?
ISHAK How long is it since any paper was thrown from the balcony? ALI How do I know time? The time to go to market and buy a melon. CHIEF OF POLICE By the great pit of torment, this swine-faced has had the paper a good hour! By the red blaze of damnation, thou maggot, why didst thou not run with this at once to the Palace Guard? ALI I had a great fear, and I thought it was a jest. CHIEF OF POLICE A jest! Rivers of blood, a jest! The life of the Caliph of Bagdad, a jest? The safety of the Empire a jest! I knew thee a traitor from thy face. I will teach thee jesting. I will teach thee fear. Ho, Mahmud, Zia, Rustem, down with his head and up with his heels. ALI (As his feet are looped into the pole to receive the bastinado) Ya, Abdu, you had the letter first, it is yours. Will you not claim it and the reward. Alas, that the Governor of Three Provinces should be treated thus! ABDU Do I meddle in politics? Hit him hard, O Executioner, |
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