Wood. Do you say my advances are all fictitious you cursed wretch, bastard and heretic, (beats him).
Nobin. (Covers with his hand the back of Sadhu). My Lord, this poor man has many to support in his family. Owing to the beating he has got, I think, he will be confined in bed for a month. Oh! What pains his family is suffering? Sir, you have also your family. Now, what sorrow would affect the mind of your wife if you were taken prisoner at your dinner-time?
Wood. Be silent thou fool, braggart, low fellow, cow-eater. Don’t think that this Magistrate is like that one of Amaranagara, that you can, for every word, lay complaints before him, and imprison the men of the Factory. The Magistrate of Indrabad is as death to you. You rascal, you must first give me a hand-note to state you have received the advance for sixty bigahs of land, or else I shall not let you go this day. I shall break your head with this Shamchand, you stupid. It is owing to your not taking advances, that I have not been able to force advances on ten other villages.
Nobin. (With heavy sighs.) O my Mother Earth! separate yourself that I may enter into you. In my life I never suffered such an insult. O, oh!
Gopi. Babu Nobin, better go home, no use of making fuss.
Nobin. Sadhu, call on God, He is the only support of the helpless.
(Nobin Madhab goes away.)
Wood. Thou slave of the slave. Take him to the Factory, Dewan, and give him the advance according to rule.
(Wood goes away.)
Gopi. Sadhu, come along to the Factory. Does the Saheb forget his words?