| ASKAR:
|
Àó!
Things are working for my aunt very
well too! |
|
Hå
comes up to Sultan bay and shouts
to his ear
|
| ASKAR:
|
Håó,
bay! Yîu, bay! Wait! I want to say something
to you. (Sultan bay starts and stops
dancing). Bay, such behavior doesn’t
suit you. You are lecturing about love
to à woman you don’t know. |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
À
balam, who are you? It’s not your business. |
| ASKAR: |
Why
is it not my business? She is my aunt. |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
Is
she your aunt? It means you are the
cloth peddler, aren’t you? |
| ASKAR: |
Yes,
I am. |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
Very
nice, very good! My man, why don’t you
have any mercy? |
| ASKAR:
|
What’s
the matter? |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
You
ask what’s the matter? You have been
keeping this poor woman widow for 12
years and you didn’t let her marry. |
| ASKAR:
|
(smiles):
What could I do? I couldn’t find
à good, noble man. |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
A
good man? I'm a good man. Come on! Let'
make relatives with you. I’m a widow,
too. |
| ASKAR:
|
(aside)
Ay, it’s an advantage. (Hå says to
Sultan bay) Is it your honest word
bay, or are you joking? |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
Why
must I joke with you? Are you my equal?
It’s my sincere word. |
| ASKAR: |
Well,
bay, let’s imagine, I gave you my aunt,
and what will you give me instead? |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
What
shall I give? Your reward will be that
you will be my relative. And your aunt
will be grateful to me, because her
heart and body will be calm. And God
will bless me for my doing à mercy.
What else do you want? |
| ASKAR:
|
No
bay, it’s not beneficial... |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
But
how will it be beneficial? |
| ASKAR: |
Look,
bay, if you want to become my relative,
then let’s be double relatives. |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
(in
surprise): How can it be "double-relatives"? |
| ASKAR: |
It
can be so. I’ll give you my aunt and
you will give your daughter! |
| SULTAN
BAY: |
(furiously):
You fool! What bitter words do you use?
(Hå snatches the dagger) you think I’ll
give my bay's daughter to à cloth peddler?
Be off, you and your aunt! You madman!
Otherwise I’ll give à slap on your mouth,
you'll swallow your teeth. Get out of
my eyes’ sight! |
| ASKAR: |
(calmly)
Aunt, let’s go! |
|
They
leave
|
