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Grandfather near the door of the Pleasure House. A Company of Men
Grandfather
Have you had enough of it, friends?
First Man
Oh, more than that, Grandpa. Just see, they have made me red all over. None has escaped.[1]
Grandfather
No? Did they throw the red dust on the Kings too?
Second Man
But who could approach them? They were all secure inside the enclosures.
Grandfather
So they have escaped you! Could you not throw the least bit of colour on them? You should have forced your way there.
Third Man
My dear old man, they have a different sort of red specially to themselves. Their eyes are red: the turbans of their guards and retinue are red too. And the latter flourished their swords about so much that a little more nearness on our part would have meant a lavish display of the fundamental red colour.
Grandfather
Well done, friends—always keep them at a distance. They are the exiles of the Earth—and we have got to keep them so.
Third Man
Enter a Band of Singers, singing.
All blacks and whites have lost their distinction
And have become red—red as the tinge of your feet.
Red is my bodice and red are my dreams,
My heart sways and trembles like a red lotus.
Grandfather
Excellent, my friends, splendid! So you had a really enjoyable time!
Singers
Oh, grand! Everything was red, red! Only the moon in the sky gave us the slip—it remained White.
Grandfather
He only looks so innocent from the outside. If you had only taken off his white disguise, you would have seen his trickery. I have been watching what red colours he is throwing on the Earth to-night. And yet, fancy his remaining white and colourless all the while!
Song
With you is my game, love, my love!
My heart is mad, it will never own defeat,
Do you think you will escape stainless yourself reddening me with red powder?
Enter the "King" and Kanchi.
Kanchi
You must do exactly as I have told you. Let there be no mistake of any kind.
"King"
There shall be no mistake.
Kanchi
The Queen Sudarshana's mansions are in the ...
"King"
Yes, sire, I have seen the place well.
Kanchi
What you have got to do is to set fire to the garden, and then you will take advantage of the bustle and confusion to accomplish your object straightway.
"King"
I shall remember.
Kanchi
Look here, Sir Pretender, I cannot help thinking that a needless fear is troubling us—there is really no King in this country.
"King"
My sole aim is to rid this country of this anarchy. Your common man cannot live without a King, whether a real one or a fraud! Anarchy is always a source of danger.
Kanchi
Pious benefactor of the people, your wonderful self-sacrifice should really be an example to all of us. I am thinking of doing this extraordinary service to the people myself.
- ↑ During the spring festival in India people throw red powder on each other. In this play this red powder has been taken to be the symbol of the passion of love.