SALOME. Satan lies. What are you accusing me of?
KHALI. And you really did not know that I wished to give him my daughter?
SALOME. And if I had known it? When a man wants to marry, they always speak of ten, and yet he marries only one.
KHALI. So you knew it very well? Why did you lie, then?
SALOME. You are out of your head! How was I to find it out? Did you send word by anyone that you were going to give your daughter to the man? In what way am I to blame for it? You knew as much as I did. You treated with him just as I did and sent marriage brokers to him.
KHALI. I approached him first.
SALOME. O my dear, the flowers in the meadow belong not to those who see them first, but to those who pluck them.
KHALI. You did not wait. Perhaps I would have plucked them.
SALOME. And why didn't you pluck them?
KHALI. You wouldn't let me. Do you think I do not know that you promised him more than we did?