Sansthānaka. Well! Thish floor belongs to me. I 'll sit down wherever I like. [To the gild-warden.] I'll sit here. [To the beadle.] Why should n't I sit here? [He lays his hand on the Judge's head.] I 'll sit here. [He sits down on the floor.]
Judge. You desire to present a case?
Sansthānaka. Of courshe.
Judge. Then state the case.
Sansthānaka. I 'll whishper it. I was born in the great family of a man as glorioush as a wine-glass.
My father's father of the king—in law;
The king, he is my daddy's son-in-law;
And I am brother to the king—in law;
And the husband of my shishter is the king.6
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Judge. All this we know.
Why should you boast of this your noble birth?
'T is character that makes the man of worth;
But thorns and weeds grow rank in fertile earth.7