KISMET
KISMET
AN “ARABIAN NIGHT”
IN THREE ACTS
BY
EDWARD KNOBLAUCH
METHUEN & CO. LTD.
36 ESSEX STREET W.C.
LONDON
_First Published in 1912_
TO THE MEMORY OF
RICHARD BURTON
ONE OF THE GREATEST OF ENGLISHMEN AND ONE
OF THE LEAST UNDERSTOOD; WITHOUT
WHOM THIS PLAY NEVER COULD
HAVE BEEN WRITTEN
CHARACTERS
(_In order of their appearance_)
MEN
HAJJ
THE MUEZZIN
THE IMAM MAHMUD
A MUFTI
THE GUIDE NASIR
THE SHEIKH JAWAN
THE BEGGAR KASIM
AMRU, } Shopkeepers
ZAYD, }
AMRU’S APPRENTICE
ZAYD’S APPRENTICE
THE CALIPH ABDALLAH
THE WAZIR ABU BAKR
THE WAZIR MANSUR
KAFUR, Mansur’s sworder
AFIFE, his secretary
THE CAPTAIN OF THE WATCH
AN ATTENDANT OF MANSUR
A CHAMBERLAIN OF THE CALIPH
A HERALD OF THE CALIPH
A BLIND MAN
A CHINAMAN
THE GAOLER KUTAYT
WOMEN
MARSINAH, Hajj’s daughter
NARJIS, her nurse
KABIRAH, an old woman
MISKAH, a slave
KUT-AL-KULUB, Mansur’s first wife.
GUARDS, WAZIRS, DIGNITARIES, COURTIERS, SOLDIERS, EUNUCHS, SHOPKEEPERS,
BUYERS, ETC.
WOMEN OF THE HARIM, DANCERS, SLAVES, ETC.
BEFORE THE CURTAIN
THE MAN
THE WOMAN
THE STORY TELLER
THE JUGGLER
THE DANCER
ACT I
MORNING
SCENE I. A Street before the Mosque of the Carpenters.
II. The Suk (Bazaar Street) of the Tailors.
III. The Courtyard of a poor House.
IV. A Hall in the Wazir Mansur’s Mansion.
ACT II
AFTERNOON
SCENE I. A Hall in the Wazir Mansur’s Mansion. (_Same as Act
I., Scene IV._)
II. The Courtyard of a poor House. (_Same as Act I.,
Scene III._)
III. The Diwan (Audience Hall) of the Caliph’s Palace.
IV. The Prison of the Palace.
ACT III
EVENING
SCENE I. The Hammam of Mansur’s Harim.
II. A Street before the Mosque of the Carpenters. (_Same
as Act I., Scene I._)
_The scene is laid in the Baghdad of the “Arabian Nights.”_
_The action takes place from morning to night._
CAST OF THE PLAY
AS PRODUCED AT THE GARRICK THEATRE, LONDON, 19TH APRIL, 1911
MEN
HAJJ Oscar Asche
THE MUEZZIN Alfred Bristowe
THE IMAM MAHMUD Charles A. Doran
A MUFTI Arthur Trantom
THE GUIDE NASIR R. Ian Penny
THE SHEIKH JAWAN Caleb Porter
THE BEGGAR KASIM Tripp Edgar
AMRU Athol Forde
ZAYD R. F. Anson
THE CALIPH ABDALLAH Ben Webster
THE WAZIR ABU BAKR Ewan Brooke
THE WAZIR MANSUR Herbert Grimwood
KAFUR George Relph
AFIFE A. Winspeare
CAPTAIN OF THE WATCH D. Atherton
AN ATTENDANT OF MANSUR H. Franklin
A BLIND MAN E. Adeney
A CHINAMAN Gordon Harker
A CHAMBERLAIN OF THE CALIPH G. Fitzgerald
THE GAOLER KUTAYT J. Fritz Russell
WOMEN
MARSINAH Lily Brayton
NARJIS Bessie Major
KABIRAH D. England
THE ALMAH Nancy Denvers
MISKAH Muriel Hutchinson
KUT-AL-KULUB Saba Raleigh
BEFORE THE CURTAIN
THE MAN Ernest Leeman
THE WOMAN Dorothy Moulton
THE STORY TELLER Ewan Brooke
THE JUGGLER E. Selton
THE DANCER Nancy Denvers
The Play produced by OSCAR ASCHE
The Music composed by CHRISTOPHER WILSON
The Costumes designed by PERCY ANDERSON
CAST OF THE PLAY
AS PRODUCED AT THE KNICKERBOCKER THEATRE, NEW YORK, 25TH DECEMBER, 1911
MEN
HAJJ Otis Skinner
THE MUEZZIN T. Tamamoto
THE IMAM MAHMUD Del de Louis
A MUFTI John Webster
THE GUIDE NASIR Sydney Mather
THE SHEIKH JAWAN Sheridan Block
THE BEGGAR KASIM Macey Harlan
AMRU Daniel Jarrett
ZAYD Harrison Carter
AMRU’S APPRENTICE Gregory Kelly
THE CALIPH ABDALLAH Fred Eric
THE WAZIR ABU BAKR Henry Mitchell
THE WAZIR MANSUR Hamilton Revelle
KAFUR George Relph
AFIFE Bennett Kilpack
CAPTAIN OF THE WATCH Richard Scott
AN ATTENDANT OF MANSUR William Lorenz
A CHAMBERLAIN OF THE CALIPH Thomas Audley
THE GAOLER KUTAYT Martin Sanders
WOMEN
MARSINAH Rita Jolivet
NARJIS Georgia Woodthorpe
KABIRAH Amelia Barleon
THE ALMAH Violet Romer
MISKAH Merle Maddern
KUT-AL-KULUB Eleanor Gordon
BEFORE THE CURTAIN
THE MAN Ernest Leeman
THE WOMAN Roma Devonne
THE STORY TELLER Mervyn Rentoul
THE JUGGLER Youna
THE DANCER Violet Romer
The Play produced by HARRISON GREY FISKE
The Music composed by WILLIAM FURST
The Costumes designed by PERCY ANDERSON
NOTES
The exclamation “Yehh!” which occurs in the play, is an Arab cry of
surprise; the exclamation “Awah!” or “Wah!” a cry of grief, synonymous
with “Alas!” In both cases the final “h” is pronounced gutturally,
something like the “ch” in the German “Ach!” or Scotch “Och!”
The rhymed prose which occurs in moments of emotion is a peculiarity of
Arab speech and literature. There are endless examples of it in Burton’s
“Arabian Nights.”
In addressing a person, “O” is always used as “O Hajj.” If “O” is left
out it is the sign of deliberate insult. This “O” is not emphasised
except when expedient.
KISMET
ACT I
BEFORE THE CURTAIN
DAWN
A large arch of Arabian design, with small doors right and left, frames
in the whole picture.
_The MAN enters from the door of his house left, seats himself and sings_:
Lo! Still the stars of latter night are spread!
Yet hath sleep stolen from my lonely bed.
So will I sit me on my rooftop’s height,
To cool my sadness till the dawning red.
_The WOMAN enters from her house right, seats herself and sings_:
Yehh! Still the moon hangs on the lips of night
To mock my solitude with love-delight.
O heavy hour of a longing breast,
Thy weight will crush me ere the break of light!
_The MAN_:
Wah! That some song might soothe my soul oppress’d,
Some ancient melody of days more bless’d.
_The WOMAN_:
Awah, that some strange tale of long ago
Might by its magic bring my bosom rest!
_BOTH_:
O Thou, Bestower of all things, bestow
This benediction on Thy servant low!
_The STORY TELLER enters through the curtains and speaks_:
STORY TELLER. Praise be to Allah, the King of all Kings, the Creator of
all things! Who like to a carpet hath spread, the Earth to our tread.
And even as a tent, set up the firmament, overhead. And on Mohammed, his
Prophet among men, the blessing of blessings again and again, Amen. (_He
sits._) But afterwards. Verily the works and words of those gone before
us have become examples and admonitions to the men of our later day. And
of such a kind is the story of Hajj, the beggar, who lived his life in
this our peaceful city of Baghdad, one thousand years and one year ago.
Now it is the tale of his day of the days that I will relate unto you,
O auspicious listeners. Do ye take heed therein of the lesson taught by
Fate, which the poets call Kismet. And mark well the chances and changes
of time foredoomed to mortal man: lifting him now high, now sinking him
low, even as the bucket in the well. (_He rises._) But Allah alone is all
knowing.
_He withdraws._
_The MAN and WOMAN rise and sing_:
I hearken with my heart upon the ground,
Nor from my breathless lips shall rise a sound:—
Awake, O day of days, and run thy round!
_Then they turn and re-enter their respective houses. They have not seen
each other._
ACT I
MORNING
SCENE I. _A Street before the Mosque of the Carpenters._
(_Right and left from the point of view of the actor._)
_In the centre, steps lead up to the Mosque, which is on the
right. Only the lower part of the minaret is visible. A large
stone to the left of the steps forms a rough seat._
_It is just before dawn, which rises rapidly, so that it is
daylight by the end of the scene._
_Asleep, on the stone, wrapped in his beggar’s cloak of a
hundred rags and patches, sits HAJJ, reclining against the
angle of the wall. He is a man of about fifty, still in the
full vigour of his manhood. His beard is thin and unkempt; but
his face is keen, shrewd and full of humour. At a glance he
shows himself to be a man of the people, who lives by his wits,
untroubled by what the morrow may bring him. At present he is
sleeping the sleep of the just to the tune of a hearty snore._
_After a few moments of peace, steps are heard in the alley
left, and the MUEZZIN, an old man of seventy, appears with a
lanthorn and a large key. He goes to the door of the Mosque and
unlocks it._
_Cocks begin to crow far and near._
_The “brush” of the dawn appears in the sky._
(_HAJJ, disturbed by the clatter, turns and yawns
prodigiously—stretching himself._)
HAJJ. In the name of Allah,—Day?
THE MUEZZIN. (_Coming towards him._) Peace be on thee, O Hajj.
HAJJ. And on thee, peace and blessing, O my friend. (_The MUEZZIN enters
the Mosque._)
(_IMAM MAHMUD, a venerable white bearded sage, appears. HAJJ
stifles a yawn, sits up, and assumes his beggar’s attitude—the
right hand out, the head dejectedly on one side._)
HAJJ. (_As the IMAM comes to him in a whining sing-song._) Alms, for the
love of Allah! For the love of Allah, alms!
MAHMUD. (_Handing HAJJ a small round loaf._) Take! The Giver giveth thee
this. (_He crosses in front of HAJJ and goes up the steps._)
HAJJ. (_Taking the bread._) Verily, thy good deeds shall witness for thee
on the day of judgment, O Mahmud.
MAHMUD. (_Stopping._) The peace upon thee and a full harvest of tears and
pity for thy poverty.
HAJJ. Nay, sooner pray it be a full hand of silver and gold.
MAHMUD. That shall be even as Allah foredooms. Naught befalls us but what
His pen hath written.
HAJJ. Praise be to Allah, the One, the Omnipotent.
MAHMUD. And to Mohammed his Prophet, whom Allah bless and preserve. (_He
goes into the Mosque._)
(_HAJJ looks after him, grunts, and then turns and fumbles
behind the stone, pulling out a chipped, earthen jug of water.
He then mumbles “In the name of Allah,” drinks from the jug and
munches his bread, smacking his lips loudly._)
(_Meanwhile, from the minaret the voice of the MUEZZIN is heard
calling to prayer, and other distant calls to prayer may be
heard from various quarters._)
Allah is Almighty, Allah is Almighty!
There is no God but Allah! There is no God but Allah!
Come ye to prayer! Come ye to salvation!
Prayer is better than sleep! Prayer is better than sleep!
No God is there but Allah!
(_Steps resound in the streets. HAJJ quickly conceals his bread
and jug behind the stone. Men now come at intervals by the two
alleys and enter the Mosque. At the threshold they take off
their slippers with their left hand, entering with the right
foot, ejaculating, “In the name of Allah.”_)
HAJJ. Alms for a starving brother. Bind a body and soul together!—O
master! Thy large brow proclaims an open heart. A danik! A fils! (_The
MAN gives a coin and passes on._) Heaven hath seen this, O my master.
In the name of the Compassionating, the Compassionate! A blessing on
thy white beard. Thou art nearing thy grave! Buy thy salvation from
thy slave. (_The MAN passes on murmuring “Allah will give it thee.”_)
Nothing. May’st thou burn for it, O thou dog! (_To another._) O brother,
mine eyes have failed me! (_He rolls up his eyes._) Hast thou a blind
father or one dearest to thee groping in darkness? (_The MAN gives a
coin and passes on._) A dirham! The Bestower requite it thee, O my lord.
(_To another._) O Azir, my master, I see thee well, though it scarce be
day. Is he better, thy son, the light of thy house? Be his fever abated?
(_The MAN passes on muttering “Allah will provide.”_) Nought? May the
Ghuls suck away thy bastard’s breath. (_To another._) O stranger! Not
so quickly. Haste is from Hell; Heaven will wait for thee. (_To a young
man._) O fair youth, a trifle. On my knees have I lain here these endless
years. (_The MAN gives him a coin._) The Protector increase thy weal.
(_To the MUFTI, an old man._) O Mufti—a word. Thou knowest the bitterness
of a long life and a weary. I am young, alas. All my sad days stretch
before me.
THE MUFTI. Please Allah to-morrow——
HAJJ. (_Getting between the MUFTI and the steps of the Mosque._) Thou
dost ever say to-morrow.
THE MUFTI. (_Laughing._) And is not to-morrow ever to-morrow?
HAJJ. True. The stench of thy soul lessens not from dawn to dawn.
THE MUFTI. Out of my way. (_He pushes past HAJJ into the Mosque._)
HAJJ. With joy and gladness—for thy way leads to damnation. (_Several men
enter singly and by twos as HAJJ continues in a sing-song tone._) Glory
be to Allah! Upon Allah dependeth daily bread. Thy wealth is not thine
own, O rich man. Thou art as poor as the poorest. Allah alone giveth,
and what he giveth belongeth not to thee. Thy gold is but a blessing to
become a blessing. Then open thy purse and let the afflicted bend to
the holy House of Meccah for thee, and every danik out of thy hand will
return to thee a thousandfold through the prayers of the poor.
(_Men have gone into the Mosque, some giving coin, others
passing on. From the street on the left the guide NASIR enters
conducting the SHEIKH JAWAN, an old man, who is leaning on
two black slaves and followed by two others. He is clothed
completely in white, his face veiled by a “Taylasan,” a scarf
hiding his beard. He is over sixty and paralysed in his legs,
but his eyes are still full of fire. TWO SLAVES retire. Slowly
the SHEIKH mounts the steps supported by the other TWO SLAVES._)
(_HAJJ catches hold of the hem of his cloak._)
HAJJ. Alms, for the love of Allah! For the love of Allah, alms!
JAWAN. (_Turning._) O Hajj, thou?
HAJJ. (_Surprised, rising and following him._) Thou knowest me?
JAWAN. Thou still here mumbling for crusts? (_He laughs, a nasal laugh,
mockingly._) He, he, he!
(_NASIR takes off JAWAN’S slippers._)
HAJJ. (_On the Mosque steps._) Who art thou?
JAWAN. Who am I? He, he! Who am I? He, he, he!
(_He turns with his slaves and goes off into the Mosque
followed by the guide NASIR._)
(_HAJJ looks after him mystified and riveted by a haunting
memory; then slowly regains his seat, counting his profits as
he does so. “One, two, three—five.”_)
(_Meanwhile KASIM, a young, ragged, one-eyed beggar, has come
and sat down on HAJJ’S seat. He is busy tying some strips
round one of his legs, quite unconscious of usurping anyone’s
rights. HAJJ is about to sit, when he turns, and, seeing KASIM,
exclaims an amazed “Yehh!” He comes slowly up to the intruder
and touches him provokingly on the arm._)
HAJJ. (_Squatting._) And what may thy business be?
KASIM. Canst thou not see? I am a beggar even as thou.
HAJJ. Thou—even as I? Thou? Knowest thou what thou say’st?
KASIM. My ears can hear my tongue.
HAJJ. O monstrous piece of impudence! A beggar even as I? ’Tis plain thou
art a stranger to Baghdad.
KASIM. Thou hast said it. I come from afar. My name’s Kasim. And thou?
HAJJ. I? I? Ha! ha! (_Patronisingly._) O thou poor fool. But there, thou
art a stranger. I? I am Hajj—Hajj, the beggar.
KASIM. Hajj? A pilgrim? Then thou hast been to Holy Meccah?
HAJJ. Not I! Never a foot have I stirred beyond our city walls. My
parents called me Hajj at my birth, so that the sacred title might win
me added pity from the passer-by. Not a child in the quarter but calleth
me thus by name. I have sat upon that stone these fifty summers and
winters, drinking the sun, and more oft than not the moon too, scorning
the pent-up sleep of a bed.
KASIM. (_Sneeringly._) These fifty summers? Say’st thou so?
HAJJ. (_Excitedly._) Yea! And before me my father sat there, superb in
rags, and before him, his; and so on to the beginning without beginning.
That stone, O Kasim, is my legacy, my right, my stronghold. Not till this
hour hath man dared what thou darest.
KASIM. Then this hour endeth thy kingdom. I am come to conquer.
HAJJ. I pray thee, O maggotty head, bandy no words. Go get thee to yon
corner (_He points to the corner left_) if it like thee. Other swine have
grovelled there in their time. My vilest enemy sat there once, these many
weary years since. Take his place.
KASIM. I’ll not budge from here.
HAJJ. How sayst thou? Not budge? A scum like thou? A nail-pairing? A
goat’s cheese at noon-tide? Not budge? We shall see, by Allah! We shall
see!
(_He seizes him and pushes him towards the corner._)
KASIM. Let go! Let go, I say! Ho, Moslems, come ye to my help! Let go!
HAJJ. (_Holding KASIM at arm’s length and kicking him._) Let go? There!
How’s that to thy taste? Swallow that, an thou art an-hungered. A dainty
dish of foot, and more to follow. One—two—three! Another mouthful?
(_NASIR, the Guide of the Sheikh, has come out of the Mosque
and stands on the steps._)
NASIR. O Hajj! By the All-knowing, what’s this?
HAJJ. He’d take my seat—this nothing from nowhere.
KASIM. (_Rubbing himself._) I want not his seat.
HAJJ. Not now,—now that I have made thee feel the value of thine own.
(_KASIM crawls down to the stone left, nursing his kicks._)
HAJJ. (_Sits in his seat._) A joyous day indeed and a well begun! What
with this one-eyed dog, and thy miserly stranger—(_breaking off._) Allah!
Who is he, O Nasir?
NASIR. (_Evasively._) A man of the men. I know not.
HAJJ. O brother of truth, thou knowest full well. Thou art guiding him,
he lodges at thy Khan. He called me by name. Who is he?
NASIR. (_After a moment of hesitating._) Harkee, O Hajj. I have a plan to
offer thee. An thou wilt fall in with my plotting, ’twill mean money to
both of us.
HAJJ. Money? No harm in that. Speak.
NASIR. This old man of mine has been a famous highwayman in his hour. The
White Sheikh they were used to call him.
HAJJ. The White Sheikh—he?
NASIR. Our Caliph deceased set his troops upon him oft and oftener. In
one of his attacks, he captured most of the robber’s band—his little son
amongst them, a mere stripling at the time.
HAJJ. Say on.
NASIR. The boy was spared for his beauty. If he still be of the living,
his age must reach nigh on thirty summers. Yet all these endless years
whilst the last Caliph ruled, the Sheikh dared not enter Baghdad. Not
till now, that the young monarch hath mounted the throne, hath the father
ventured at last in search of his son.
HAJJ. A touching tale! And how forsooth are we to coin wealth of this?
NASIR. Did’st thou not mark how broken, how stricken, the old man is?
Never was there such a repentant sinner. All his moneys are spent in
charities; all his hopes in the finding of his beloved son, Yusuf. The
smallest word, the faintest promise from priest or soothsayer, and his
hand darts into his purse. Now dost thou see dawn?
HAJJ. I am to cast myself into his path. What thou hast revealed, is to
flow unto me as in a vision.
NASIR. Thou hast it. And it is agreed, whate’er he bestows on thee, we
share by halves, like honest Moslems that we are.
HAJJ. So it please the Protector. Leave it to me.
NASIR. But harkee, O clever one, thou’lt do it carefully? Draw from all
the deepest wells: a father’s longing, a father’s mad despair. Such like
and more, if thou canst.
HAJJ. If I can? If I can? Did I not too have a son—many years gone
to-day,—a babe fair as the moon! Was he not foully murdered? His throat
cut across? And my wife, the balm of mine eyes, stolen away by mine
enemy? Yea, sat he not where yon dog sits now—the slaughterer of my
race? Doth not yon stone make my soul ever cry aloud for blood revenge?
NASIR. So thou, too, hast felt its fire—a father’s love?
HAJJ. Felt it? Hearken to this, O Nasir—and Allah pardon me for unveiling
the veiled sex. I have a daughter now of fourteen summers, the child of a
late spring by another wife, who is dead, alas! The maid is all that is
left me on earth; dear to me above the promises of Paradise. Yet the day
will come when she will be wed and wived. And she will bear the burden
of another’s posterity. But mine own race, the blood of my fathers,
once I am called to rest, where will it be? O brother, I am like unto a
date-palm that groweth aslant the pool, and whose fruit hath fallen into
the waters.
(_Men begin to come out of the Mosque and wander off by the two
alleys._)
(_Dawn is giving place to daylight._)
NASIR. Prayer is over. We must not be found together.
(_NASIR retires to the alley left, and beckons to the TWO BLACK
SLAVES, who join him._)
(_Meanwhile, other men are passing HAJJ, who begins in a
sing-song tone, but has left his seat so as to intercept the
Sheikh._)
HAJJ. Alms for the love of——
KASIM. (_Whining._) Alms for the love of Allah!
HAJJ. (_To KASIM._) Silence, thou dog!—(_continuing_) For the love of
Allah, alms. The grave is darkness. Charity its lamp. Learn to love
poverty. Be good and enter Paradise. Alms, for the love of Allah! For the
love of Allah, alms!
(_The SHEIKH JAWAN reappears from the Mosque, pausing on the
steps, supported by his TWO SLAVES. JAWAN conceals his face
from HAJJ with his scarf._)
HAJJ. (_Rising._) O Sheikh of sheikhs, the Peace upon thee. When thou
spokest before, the eyes of my memory were closed. Now they are open and
recall thy bounty of other days.
JAWAN. Dost thou know me, indeed?
HAJJ. I see thy soul clear as in crystal. Thou art come from afar in
search of some one long lost. ’Tis him thou seekest, thy son.
JAWAN. Yehh! This is strange. Shall I reach my desire?
HAJJ. Thou shalt see thy son this day.
JAWAN. Even though the curses of my foes stand between me and Allah?
HAJJ. Thy prayers have killed their curses.
JAWAN. Wilt thou swear to that?
HAJJ. By Him, the All-seeing, the All-hearing, the All-knowing I swear it
to thee.
JAWAN. Will thy ragged saintliness bless me?
HAJJ. Allah’s blessing upon thee and thy enterprise. May thy foes be
confounded, and thy hopes rounded.
(_A slight pause—then JAWAN bursts into uncontrollable
laughter—“he, he, he, he, he!”_)
JAWAN. O Hajj! Dost guess what thou hast done? See! (_He withdraws the
scarf from his face._) Thou hast blest thine enemy. I am he who has sat
at yon corner in the long ago.
HAJJ. (_Hoarsely._) Jawan!
JAWAN. Yes, Jawan! He that stole thy wife and stabbed thy squealing brat
and fled the city at night.
HAJJ. Jawan,—the beggar,—thou?
JAWAN. Jawan, the beggar, no longer Jawan the beggar. Nay, look not so
amazed. My wild life hath oldened me more than thy tame life thee.
HAJJ. Jawan!
JAWAN. Dost thou doubt me? Hearken, then, and learn. Thy wife and I,
that night of the nights, we rode out into the desert. A band of robbers
found us. Time and lot made me their leader. Twenty-five years I was
their chief. Twenty-five years the Caliph made war on me as on a king—his
equal. And I was his equal in power, in prowess, in all—yea, even though
he captured my son, the son of thy wife, thy beautiful Gulnar.
HAJJ. O hog, hog-fathered! Allah ruin thee for ever.
JAWAN. (_Sneeringly._) Thou dost forget thy blessings of a moment since.
(_He crosses to NASIR and the other slaves._)
HAJJ. I blessed thee not. I blessed an unknown.
JAWAN. No, no, _me_ by the Most High, the Glorious—me. And ’tis thus
through thee, that I shall find my son again. Thou hast recalled thy
curses. The spell is broken at last.
HAJJ. Thou shalt not live to find him. (_He springs towards Jawan._)
(_The other TWO SLAVES draw ugly looking dirks and ward off
HAJJ._)
(_HAJJ stands impotent and panting—“Wah!”_)
JAWAN. Said I not I was King? Allah send thee a long life, Hajj, and a
happy.
HAJJ. Allah send thee the foul fiend and a thousand fires.
JAWAN. Too late, O brother. Thou hast stopped Heaven’s ears with thy
blessings! Thy curses fall on deafness.—Behold! A poor return for thy
bounty! (_He throws a purse at HAJJ._) Up and away!
(_The SLAVES turn with JAWAN and move away by the alley left,
NASIR preceding them._)
HAJJ. (_Desperately._) Take back thy blood money. I’ll not swallow my
son’s blood! Take it back, O thou grey-beard of hell! Take it!
(_JAWAN has disappeared; his laughter, “He, he, he!” is heard
dying away in the distance. KASIM crawls from his seat toward
the purse._)
HAJJ. Laugh! Laugh to split thy spleen! But by the Decreer, thy day
shall set! For I have found thee! Thou art alive and here,—and I too—I
am alive. (_Going up to KASIM._) Dost thou hear? Dost thou?—I have found
him! He is back in Baghdad, he who sat where thou sittest, the butcher
of my race! I shall meet him at last—hold him by the throat, the dog
of dogs, and (_taking KASIM by the throat._) I shall strangle him with
(_choking KASIM._) These—two—thumbs of mine.
KASIM. (_Choking._) Brother—protection!
HAJJ. (_Still continuing, in his fury._) What though he be guarded by
slaves with swords naked, and I, defenceless——
KASIM. (_Gasping._) Awah!
HAJJ. I shall find a way to him. Buy it, if need be!—Buy? Yehh. (_He
throws KASIM aside and turns to the purse._) And with his gold. His! it
smelleth of blood. Every coin a crime, every chink a cry for vengeance.
Allah, be thou my witness! Only for this do I touch his accursed charity.
Only for this!
KASIM. Look!
(_Several men come out of the Mosque._)
HAJJ. (_Quickly thrusting the purse in his bosom, returns to his stone,
beginning his sing-song without looking up._) Alms for the love of Allah!
For the love of Allah——
KASIM. Alms for the love of Allah! For the love of All——
HAJJ. (_To KASIM._) Silence, thou louse-trap!
(_NASIR re-enters rapidly._)
NASIR. I’ve left him for an instant. He’s praying at a tomb. The purse.
How much is mine?
HAJJ. The purse?
NASIR. The purse he threw thee.
HAJJ. (_Innocently._) I saw no purse.
NASIR. Saw no purse? Thou art jesting. Out with it. Share.
HAJJ. Share? Purse? Know I what he threw or not? Sit I here to count the
droppings of the street? A pretty patron thou didst serve me. Get thee
gone! Thou art a rouge, a thief!
NASIR. I, a rogue? I, a thief? (_To KASIM._) Thou sawest him take the
purse. (_HAJJ secretly drops the purse into his water-jug._) I call thee
to witness.
KASIM. I saw him spit on it and turn from it and curse it.
NASIR. (_Catching hold of KASIM._) _Thou_ hast it. Thou hast taken it for
him.
KASIM. Alas, O brother, not I.
NASIR. Give it me! Give it me! ’Tis not thine to keep.
KASIM. Strip every rag from me—thou’lt not find it.
HAJJ. (_Gleefully._) Strip him! Strip him!
KASIM. (_Turning with fury to HAJJ._) _Thou_ hast it.
HAJJ. Aye, strip me too. Both of us, so it give thee pleasure. Thou shalt
behold rare sights. Strip us—thy slave entreats thee.
(_One of JAWAN’S NEGROES appears from the alley._)
NEGRO. O Nasir.
HAJJ. (_Pointing to the negro._) Thy master calls!
NASIR. O thou villain! I go to take my charge back to the inn. But after,
as thou lovest life, look to thyself and thy safety.
(_He hurries off after the NEGRO._)
HAJJ. (_Shouting after him._) The Peace upon thee! Ha, ha, ha! (_He takes
the purse out of the water-jug, putting it into his breast._)
KASIM. (_Laughing obsequiously._) Ha! Ha! Ha!
(_A slight pause._)
KASIM. (_Crawling over to HAJJ, cringing._) O my master, and what is my
share of the spoils?
HAJJ. (_Imitating KASIM._) “What is my share of the spoils?” By Solomon’s
seal ring! This purse—whether it be from Heaven or from Hell,—this hath
been sent by Fate to me, and me alone. There is a purpose in this purse.
The scroll of destiny unrolleth itself to mine eyes. I see the writing as
in flames.
KASIM. The scroll?
HAJJ. Lookee, all of us have an allotted hour. This is mine. Here’s the
talisman I have prayed for, many a year of waiting. The weapon to my
revenge—Gold!
KASIM. What wilt thou do?
HAJJ. I shall arise from the seat of dejection. (_Rises._) My days of
mourning are over. I shall get me to the hammam-bath. (_Walking about._)
These rags will I rip from me; the waters shall wash away my weariness.
Robes of ease and decency shall broaden my breast. No more the whining
voice and bent brow, and trembling palm of poverty, but head back as a
fighter of the faith, shoulders free, stride bold and commanding as a
king’s, yea, as he said, even as a king’s.
(_He walks excitedly up and down and throws his beggar’s cloak
on his stone._)
(_The IMAM MAHMUD has come out of the Mosque and stands amazed
on the steps._)
MAHMUD. O HAJJ. Are thy wits fled? What means this?
HAJJ. I am casting my beggardom from me.
MAHMUD. Thou?
HAJJ. Allah hath opened the Gate of Action to me. (_Chinking his purse._)
With a golden key!
MAHMUD. O my son, I fear for thee the chances and changes of time.
HAJJ. Hath not the Prophet enjoined blood vengeance? I am resolved, O my
father. Voyage is victory. Yet ere I go, thou who didst ever remember my
misery,—take this voluntary for the poor. (_He gives MAHMUD some coin._)
MAHMUD. May the Protector protect thee against all woe, may He forefend
thee ever against thy foe.
KASIM. (_Going to HAJJ, still on his knees._) And I—am I to have naught?
HAJJ. Thou? (_Pushing him to the stone._) Take thou my stone, my
ancestral throne! Wrapped in my royal robes, hold it thine own! As for
me, life calls. The day is mine to joy! And when the night falleth, Allah
allowing, I shall hold mine enemy in the hollow of my hand! (_He strides
off to the left, his purse on high, full daylight upon him._)
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