Cosi. You do not deliver her—den I sell you!
[Yunglangtsi, who has been wandering heavy and indifferent from group to group, comes suddenly on his certificate with a cry of rapture.
Yung. Ah!!! [All turn astonished.] Oh! my—my beautiful certificate! Mother! My certificate has come back again!
Olang. Ah, Tikipu has been here! He has come back to rob me! Where is Tikipu?
Cosi. [To Bailiffs.] Dere’s de warrant to date. Clear dem out! Go and call de folk in from de street!
[Bailiffs enter house. One goes into the
street with gong and clappers.
Yung. Oh, mother! Now I needn’t marry Mee-Mee at all, need I? Now I can be a grocer again? Oh!
[He weeps for joy, and sits fondling the certificate.
Olang. You lout, you! You dreg, you sediment! Get up!
[Kicks him. Yunglangtsi stays lost in the rapture of his discovery. In the street the Crier is heard crying the sale. Apprentices and Craftsmen crowd round Mr. and Mrs. Olangtsi. Holding out their hands to be paid, they follow them about.