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_ ACT III - SCENE II
The private apartment within the pavilion. A bed.
Fine furniture. A window with a view on the garden.
(Enter HASSAN followed by his SLAVES.)
HASSAN.
In that apartment, therefore, I shall receive guests.
But in this apartment, whom?
ALDER.
Such ladies, Master, as you desire to honour.
HASSAN.
Yes, yes. I must visit the market and see.
(Staring at the floor, with a start)
Wulluhi, what is that?
TAMARISK.
The carpet, Master.
HASSAN.
One of the wonderful new carpets of Ispahan. A hunting scene.
The Prince. His followers. Leopards and stags and three tigers,
and an elephant--his head only. O amazing carpet.
And everywhere great scarlet flowers, very stiff and fine.
O exquisite carpet. I have never seen so bright as scarlet.
(With a sudden earnestness)
Tell me. You were his slaves...?
ALDER.
Master?
HASSAN.
Well, well, we will not talk of it.
How clearly that fountain sounds outside with
its little splash!
ALDER.
I pray you, Master, the Caliph said you should
particularly observe this mirror with the carven frame.
HASSAN.
(Looking at himself)
By the Prophet, what a Phoenix I have become!
Provided I do not stumble on my sword.
WILLOW.
The Caliph hoped you should not fail to remark this exquisitely
upholstered couch.
JUNIPER.
The Caliph hopes you would admire these toilet requisites
in alabaster.
TAMARISK.
The Caliph hopes you will make good use of this very
slender whip for our correction.
HASSAN.
A whip? For your correction, O slaves of charm? Am I the
man to spoil good almond paste with streaks of cochineal?
ALDER.
Thou art pleased, O my Master?
HASSAN.
Pleased? Look at the acacia tapping at my window; one night
it will come in softly and fling its moonlit blossom at my
feet. But this is no place for a man to live alone.
Without a doubt I must visit the market. They have
Circassians; I have always wanted a Circassian. She must be
very young.... I have not finished the excellencies of the
room. These three chests, what do they contain?
ALDER.
This chest, O Master, contains your new robes.
One of them is embroidered with red carnations and silver bells.
HASSAN.
Was there ever generosity like this!
WILLOW.
This chest, O master, contains curtains, hangings,
and cushions for the sofa. One of the cushions is
embellished with fifteen peacocks.
HASSAN.
Fifteen peacocks! And all those peacocks dumb!
JUNIPER.
This chest O master, contains fresh linen for your bed.
All marked with your name.
HASSAN.
Marked with my name! And what have you to say, Tamarisk?
TAMARISK.
That bed...
HASSAN.
That bed is not a chest. But doubtless it also
contains fresh linen marked with my name.
TAMARISK.
(Tremulous)
That bed contains a most beautiful lady.
HASSAN.
(Jumping)
What?
TAMARISK.
A most beautiful lady.
She said she must see you, and gave me ten dinars.
YASMIN.
(As HASSAN tears aside the curtains of the bed)
Hassan!
(She is dressed in a cloak and veiled.)
HASSAN.
What voice?
YASMIN.
Hassan. (She unveils.)
HASSAN.
Thou!
YASMIN.
I came: I hid: I waited.
HASSAN.
Why?
YASMIN.
Why does a woman hide in the bed of a man?
HASSAN.
(Furiously)
You dared! Stay here, slaves.
Will you leave me at this moment,
you fools who let this women in?
(To YASMIN)
You dared?
YASMIN.
What is there a beautiful woman dare not dare?
HASSAN.
But your impudence is vile. Out of it! Get you back to Selim.
YASMIN.
I have left Selim.
HASSAN.
Left Selim to come to me?
YASMIN.
I found Selim a coward and a fool. I have discovered in you
a man of taste and valour. How could I have known before?
But what matter? Am I not white enough to follow the caravans
of Wealth and Power?
(Flinging out her arms)
Is this for Selim or that for Selim?
HASSAN.
Back to him, and no more words! You darken the world before my eyes.
If he is a fool and a coward, you're nothing but a whore.
Go, or my slaves shall fling you head foremost down my steps.
YASMIN.
I have left Selim because he proved a coward, a fool, a poor
man and a nobody. I have come to you because you are rich,
famous, and a man of taste. The day you fall into disfavour
(may it be far, O my Master!)
I shall undoubtedly leave you. Till that day you
will find me faithful. I am that which you call
me--but I bring you a fair merchandise.
HASSAN.
I thank you, O seller of yourself. I buy no tainted meat.
I beg you seek another market, and that extremely soon.
YASMIN.
(Rubbing her face and rising lightly)
I did not know I had a taint, O Master. The mirror must
deceive me. But merchandise must be well inspected
before its inferiority is assured. It must be seen
and touched. Will you see and will you touch?
HASSAN.
(Stepping back)
Oh, away, away! Why did you seek me out?
Is it to rain back my words upon my face?
Or do you hope once more to show me yourself limb after limb
in the embrace of a new Selim? I pray you, however, spare
the water from the jug. My fire needs no quenching.
YASMIN.
(Suppliant)
Be generous. It beseems the Caliph's friend to be generous.
If I have made you jealous, do I not not offer you a
sumptuous revenge?
HASSAN.
Rise, take your pardon, and depart. Shall I tell you again?
If you need money, the slaves will give it you at the door.
YASMIN.
You are as cold as ice.
HASSAN.
You are brazen.
YASMIN.
I am brave. Farewell, I see you are not a man of love.
HASSAN.
Farewell. And defile no more the word love with your painted lips.
YASMIN.
(Lingering at the door)
Yet there is a little of love's language
that I do not know. When the bird of night sings on the bough
of the tree that rustles outside your window, and the shadows
creep away from the moon across the floor, I could have sung
you a song sweeter than the nightingales and shown you a
whiteness whiter than the moon.
HASSAN.
Ah--go!
YASMIN.
Because I was cruel could I not be kind? Because you can
buy my body, can you buy my soul? Because I am of the
people have I no songs to sing? Because I have sinned have
I no secret to impart? Go to market, O Hassan, and buy your
Circassian girl. And one day you shall say: Had Yasmin but
lied to me of love, it were better than this fool's sincerity.
HASSAN.
Ah, leave me!
YASMIN.
There are lilies by the thousand in the meadows: there are roses
by the thousand in the gardens, and all as like as like--
but there is only one shape in the world like mine.
There is only one face in the world where the eyebrows arch
and the eyes flash--where the nostrils are set just so,
and the lips are parted thus. There is no other arm beneath
the skies that has has here this curve and here this dimple,
and here the light soft golden hairs. There are rows and rows
of young fair girls in the Caliph's harem and many as fair as I,
but none whose veins are these veins, whose flesh is this flesh,
fiery and cool, whose body swings like mine upon the heel.
(Flinging off her cloak)
Will you see and will you touch?
(Approaching.)
Will you see and will you touch?
(Putting her arm round his neck)
Will you touch?
HASSAN.
(With a shout as he pushes her back)
Slaves, tear off this woman!
YASMIN.
(As the SLAVES force her back)
Eh, your slaves are violent!
HASSAN.
(To SLAVES)
Hold her!
YASMIN.
But you must let me go.
HASSAN.
I will not let you go.
YASMIN.
Come, I see you are but a sour fellow, for whom pleasure
is but vain. I will take away the hateful. Let me pass.
(She attempts to escape.)
HASSAN.
(To his SLAVES)
Hold her!
(ALDER and WILLOW each grip an arm. JUNIPER grips her ankles.
She is held standing. Her cloak falls. She is clothed in
short jacket and trousers of white silk with a pattern of
blue flowers: her waist is naked, in the Persian style.)
YASMIN.
Ah--what will you do to me? You forgave me.
HASSAN.
(To YASMIN)
Ah, I forgave you the insults and all that hour of shame.
And Allah shall forgive you your trade if Allah wills.
But you have pressed your foul body on mine--you have breathed
your poison on my cheek, and twined your snakes
(God break them!)
round my breast. Preparethen to die, for it is not right
for the sake of mankind would you should walk any more
upon the road of earth..
YASMIN.
(Quietly, but in terror)
To die! What do you mean! No, no!
Ah, murder, ah!
HASSAN.
Do you hear the fountain dripping--drop by drop--drop by drop?
So shall your blood fall on my carpet and colour me more red flowers.
YASMIN.
(Recovering)
I am not afraid.
HASSAN.
Do you expect mercy? I left mercy with my sweets. For all these years I have been a humble man, of soft and kindly disposition-- such a man as the world and a woman hate. But now I shall never again be the fool of my fellows. Now all Bagdad shall know and say: "We thought Hassan a mild man and a kind man; our children stole his sweets and he did but stroke his beard, while to a beggar he had known three days he would instantly lend three dinars. And behold, he has become powerful and hath cut down the body of Yasmin the infamous who had done him wrong, as a woodman cuts a tree. Yallah, our knees shall bend when Hassan goes driving by!" Yasmin, stiffen your sinews and close your eyes.
YASMIN.
Not with the sword, not with the sword!
HASSAN.
Let me taste the ecstasy of power. Let me drink of the
fulness of life. Let me be one of those who conquer
because they do not care.
(He draws the sword: Yasmin cries out loud.)
You are Yasmin, the poor, the beautiful, the proud: I am Hassan, rich and passionate and strong. You have hurt me, I will hurt you; it is the rule of the game, and the way of the world. Do I hate you? I do not know or care. Do I love you?-- then love shall drive the blade in deep. You are the world's own stupendous harlot, and I will cut you clean in two.
(He swings sword over his head to strike.)
YASMIN.
(With a shout at once of terror and triumph)
I will not close my eyes!
I will look at you.
You dare not do it, looking at my eyes!
(HASSAN whirls sword round.)
You dare not do it, looking at my eyes!
(HASSAN flings the sword across the room and
falls across the divan, his face in his hands.)
HASSAN.
O Hassan the Confectioner,
thou art nothing but an old man and a fool!
(YASMIN comes up to HASSAN. The BOYS silently disappear.
He draws her toward him.)
(With infinite tenderness)
Yasmin! _
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