painted on it?

SECOND CITIZEN. Yes, yes, it is the Kimshuk
indeed!--what a bright scarlet flower!

FIRST HERALD. Well! do you believe us now?

SECOND CITIZEN. I never said I didn't. That fellow Kumbha
started all this fuss. Did I say a word?

FIRST HERALD. Perhaps, though a pot-bellied man, he is quite
empty inside; an empty vessel sounds most, you know.

SECOND HERALD. Who is he? Is he any kinsman of yours?

SECOND CITIZEN. Not at all. He is just a cousin of our village
chief's father-in-law, and he does not even live in the same part
of our village with us.

SECOND HERALD. Just so: he quite looks the seventh cousin of
somebody's father-in-law, and his understanding appears also to
bear the stamp of uncle-in-lawhood.

KUMBHA. Alas, my friends, many a bitter sorrow has given my poor
mind a twist before it has become like this. It is only the
other day that a King came and paraded the streets, with as many
titles in front of him as the drums that made the town hideous by
their din, ... What did I not do to serve and please him! I
rained presents on him, I hung about him like a beggar--and in
the end I found the strain on my resources too hard to bear. But