| 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 |
| |
|
