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Hassan. Peace be on you!
Girls. And on your Peace!
Rose. We are a party of poor dancers.
Hassan. Ah! I am just going to collect a party of poor cripples. Are there only three of you?
Desire. There is one more.
Rose. Here she comes.
Hassan. The more the merrier!
Scent. She doesn't look particularly merry. I'm sure she has bad news.
Honey. Oh, I do want my supper! I've had nothing since tea!
Hassan. Poor girl. (Goes to house and claps his hands.)
Desire. (to Honey-of-Life) Have the guards moved?
Honey. No. And I'm starving.
Scent. Then we are still cut off from the palace!
Hassan. You shall have supper — anything you like. (To Blush-of-Morning.) Conduct
Blush. Ladies! I wager they cannot conduct themselves!
Honey. (to Scent-of-Lilies) Come along! (Drums heard.)
Scent. (shuddering) I have no appetite.
Honey. Never mind. I have — enough for two.
Exeunt Scent-of-Lilies and Honey-of-Life with Blush-of-Morning.
Desire. Sir, I will explain our presence.
Hassan. Don't trouble! Read what is written above my door!
My own composition. Some day I may set it to music. In plain Persian it means Welcome whoever you are. Come often and stay late. Peace be on you!
I have spoken.
Rose. Cannot we go back to the palace?
When the coast is clear he will tell us — I mean the Story-Teller. Have
Rose. But I have no patience! Now I am out in the world I am impatient to be back in the palace. And when I was shut up in the palace I was impatient to get out into the world. Now I longed for the chance. I felt like a girl waiting to see her lover!
Desire. So do I! — I mean, so did I!
Exit Heart's Desire.