means. To make noise in a sick person's room is to increase his disease; so, let there be no noise here.
FIFTH ACT—THIRD SCENE.
The Room of Sadhu Churn.
On one side, Khetromani in great torment on her bed, and Sadhu; on the other side, Reboti, sitting.
Khetro. Sweep over my bed; mother, sweep over my bed!
Reboti. My dear, dear daughter, why art thou doing so? I have swept on the bed; there is nothing then on the coat of shreds. I have placed another which your aunt gave.[1]
Khetro. Thorns are pinching me, I die! I die! Oh! turn me to my father's side.
Sadhu. (Silently turning her to the other side. To himself). This agony is the presage to death. (Openly) Daughter, thou art the precious jewel of this poor man; my daughter, take a little food. I have brought some pomegranates from Indrabad, and also the ornamented sarhi; but you did not at all express your pleasure when you saw that.
Reboti. How very extravagant are my daugther's desires! She said once, give me a flower garland at the time of Semonton. What is that countenance now become? What shall I do? Oh oh! oh oh! (Places her mouth on the mouth of her daughter). Ah! my Khetro of gold is become a piece of charcoal. Where are the pupils of the eye? See, see.
- ↑ Reboti says, My daughter, what is it that gives you so much pain? The bed is all over cleared, there is nothing that can trouble the body.
