Mauria (critically). Now, is he not?
With the price of vinegar upon his face.
(All laugh.)
The price of vinegar! who'll buy!—Not I!
Not I! Not I! Not I!
Hassan. Wench.
Civa. Verily!
And not a man! he has discovered it!
You're not a man, Mauria! we were duped.
(Mauria slaps her playfully.)
But see him now—a mummy of the Nile!
Who died of choler!
Mauria. Then, a care, he'll bite.
He's been in the grave a long while and he's hungry.
A barley-loaf, quick, Maga!
Civa. To appease him!
But ssh! Beware! There's something of import.
(They stop in mock awe before him.)