Hassan: The Story of Hassan of Baghdad and How He Came to Make the Golden Journey to Samarkand
HASSAN (More dolefully than ever) Eywallah, Eywallah!
SELIM Have you caught fever? Is your chest narrow, or your belly thunderous?
HASSAN (With a ponderous sigh) Eywallah!
SELIM Is that the merchant of sweetmeats, that sour face? O poisoner of children, surely it would be better to cut the knot of reluctance and uncord the casket of explanation. And the poet Antari has justly remarked:
Divide your sorrow and impart your grief, O fool. That good man comforteth beyond belief, O fool.
HASSAN (Inclining towards the mat) None is good, save God. And Abou Awas has excellently sung:
The importunate Are seldom fortunate.
Nevertheless, know, Selim, that I am in love.
SELIM In love! Then why sit moaning on the mat? Are there not bea