The same with GORDÉY KÁRPYCH
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. So you are here! What are you doing in my house? Clear out!
KÓRSHUNOV. Wait a bit, Gordéy Kárpych; don't turn him out! Why turn him
out? Let him show off and make jokes. He, he, he!
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. It's my brother that's joking, in giving his daughter to
you, but I'll play such a joke on you as won't suit your stomach!
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. This isn't the place for him. Get out!
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. Wait, brother, don't turn me out! Do you think Lyubím
Tortsóv has come to make jokes? Do you think Lyubím Tortsóv is drunk? I
have come to you to ask riddles. [_To KÓRSHUNOV_] Why has an ass long ears?
Now, then, give us an answer?
RAZLYULYÁYEV. That's a hard one!
KÓRSHUNOV. How do I know?
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. So that all may know that he is an ass. [_To his brother_]
Here's a riddle for you! To whom are you marrying your daughter?
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. That's not your affair! You've no business to ask me.
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. And here's another question for you. Are you an honest
merchant, or not? If you are honest, don't associate with a dishonest one.
You can't touch soot and not be defiled.
KÓRSHUNOV. Joke away--but don't forget yourself, my dear fellow! Turn him
out, or make him keep quiet.
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. That meant you! One can see you are as clean as a
chimney-sweep!
GORDÉY KÁRPYCH. Brother, go away quietly, or it will be the worse for you.
LYUBÓV GORDÉYEVNA. [_Starting up in a fright_] Uncle, stop!
LYUBÍM KÁRPYCH. I won't be quiet! Now blood has begun to talk! _All the
domestics and guests enter._