insulted by you, and I daresay your master, Mitrávasu, will be angry on hearing of it. So you had better pay respect to him.
Parasite.
Whatsoever Navamáliká orders. (After embracing the Vidúshaka.) O sir, you were joked with by me, thinking you were one of my relations. (Reeling about.) Am I really Śekharaka? Has any joke really been made? (Making his upper garment into a bundle, he offers it as a seat.) Let my relation take a seat here.
Vidúshaka (to himself).
Thank goodness! he has passed the violent stage of his drunkenness.
Parasite.
O Navamáliká, do you take a seat at his side, so that I may pay my respects to you both at once.
Parasite (taking up the drinking-cup).
Slave, fill this to the brim with wine.
O Navamáliká, taste it, and pass it to him.