THE TARTAR. Don’t you know?
SATINE. I don’t. Do you?
[The Tartar spits out, furiously; the others laugh at him.]
ZOB [good-naturedly] You’re a funny fellow, Hassan! Try to understand this! If they should begin to live honestly, they’d die of starvation inside of three days.
THE TARTAR. That’s none of my business. You must live honestly!
ZOB. They did you brown! Come and let’s have tea. . . . [Sings]
“O my chains, my heavy chains . . .”
BUBNOFF [sings]
“You’re my steely, clanking wardens . . .”