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Hassan. I have just arranged with a party of singing and dancing girls who are in the
Chorus. A tale! A tale!
Yussuf. With joy and alacrity! (Takes centre of stage.)
Hassan. Dear me! Do you always talk in rhymed verse?
Hassan. I do a little that way myself, sometimes.
Yussuf. It is a usual accomplishment of a professional Story-Teller. (While he continues his speech, the Men and Girls become worked up by his eloquence.)
I've a terrible tale of the "Jinns" — unearthly and gruesome and gory!
Hassan. I don't think the ladies would like that story.
I've love tales of kisses and quarrels — queer mixture of honey and gall —
Hassan. Please remember the ladies.
Hassan. That's better!
I have stories so short you'll repeat them;
Hassan. Do you know I really think we'll postpone your story- telling until the girls
Yussuf. With joy and good will. (Girls all sit down again.) Why not summon the dancers at once?
Hassan. I will. (Claps his hands.) You don't mind, do you?
Enter Heart's Desire.
Yussuf. Mind! (Looks in admiration at Heart's Desire.)
Sir, one of our number will dance for you, by your leave — and then by your
Hassan. My position as host allows me to boast — that feeling's de rigueur —
Yussuf. But could language reach any figure of speech to speak of her figure?
Hassan. (rather annoyed). Precisely. I was about to make that remark. I see you are a thought-reader as