Chapter 1Act I, Scene 1
Book 11. Fragment of a Play
Mathura.
Scene 1 A street in Mathura. Ahuca’s house. Sudaman, Ocroor.
SUDAMAN What art thou?
OCROOR
One that walks the Night.
SUDAMAN
No Ogre! Thou art Ocroor by thy voice.
OCROOR
Whatever name The Lord has given his creature. Thou shouldst be Sudaman.
SUDAMAN
If I am?
OCROOR
Walk not alone When the black-bellied Night has swallowed earth Lest all thou hast done to others should return Upon thee with a sword in the dumb Night And no man know it.
SUDAMAN
Care not; I am shielded.
OCROOR Not by the gods!
SUDAMAN
No, by a greater god Than any that have seats near Vishnu’s throne.
OCROOR What god whom even Sudaman worships?
SUDAMAN
Terror Whose shoe I have enshrined in Mathura And all men kiss it and their tongues declare ’Tis justice and mild rule while their hearts hate And quiver.
OCROOR
Thou art the Ogre. Has the blood Of many nobles not contented thee? Dost thou not feel enough thy furious greatness yet, Sudaman?
SUDAMAN Ocroor, I have a belly to digest Much more than Mathura.
OCROOR
So Ravan had Who perished.
SUDAMAN
What dost thou in this black night Whose shadows help the lover and the thief, Two kindred traders? Which of these art thou?
OCROOR Both, may be.
SUDAMAN
If thou be, then let thy theft Attain some Yadav’s house, that I may laugh At his dishonour.
OCROOR
Thou hatest much, it seems, Thy father’s nation!
SUDAMAN
Whom I have imprisoned That I may mock him daily, else were he dead And with the gods he worships.
OCROOR
Thou shalt end Evilly yet.
SUDAMAN
If it is so, ’tis so Because the round of being leads to that, And not because of gods or virtue.