Ah, bismillah, I had not forgotten you, O man with the broken lute.

HASSAN
The broken lute? The broken lute?

ISHAK
Here you were lying, at this fountain, like one dead.

HASSAN
Was it here? Is that the balcony? Who are you? What do you know?

ISHAK
Quietly, friend, quietly, your head is weak with joy.

HASSAN
With joy? Do I know what is true or false? Do I know if the Caliph
is the Caliph? And if the Caliph is the Caliph may he not mock me too?
What is joy? Let me look at that balcony for joy. I dare not look,
I fear she is there. Ah. it is she.

(YASMIN takes the rose from her hair and flings it at HASSAN,
then retires within.)

ISHAK
Are you fortunate in love as well as in life, O Hassan? But come away.
This conduct ill beseems a minister of state; you are not unobserved.

HASSAN
I am coming. The rose is poisoned.