Diggaja. "To-day I have composed it for you."
Ashmani. "Well have you been called the prince of gallants."
Diggaja. "रसिकः कौषिको वासः".
[The gallant clad in silken vest.]
"My fair one, pray, sit you down; while I wash my hand."
"Ill-starred wretch! you will wash your hand?" said Ashmani to herself. "Beshrew me if I do not make you eat the rejected meal. How's that?" she said aloud. "Why are you going to wash your hand? Eat, man."
"What do you say? Havn't I risen from my meal? Shall I eat again?"[1]
Ashmani. "And why not? Is there not rice still left? Will you fast?"
"How can I help it?" replied Diggaja with regret. "You were in such a hurry", and he eyed the rice eagerly.
"Then you must eat again," said Ashmani.
Diggaja. "O horrible! I have sipped the gandusha, I have risen from my meal, and shall I eat again?"
"Yes, you must. I shall see that." Saying this, Ashmani grasped the Brahmin's arm, by main force dragged him to the dish, and made him sit down.
"O fie! O fie! What have you done! What have you done! Have you not touched me with my mouth still unwashed!"[2]
