Rose of Persia
Dialogue Following Song No. 13 Act I
As they engage in a Dervish Dance, HASSAN enters; he appears excited, and from time to time eats Bhang.
SULTAN.
Is this Hassan the eccentric?
VIZIER.
(aside). O King, live for ever! It is.
HASSAN.
(regarding the SULTAN, etc.).
You are -- let me see --
four or eight -- no four Dogs of Dervishes!
SULTAN.
True, O Hassan!
HASSAN.
(with an air of condescension). You don't know what I
am. I didn't know myself, till quite lately. I am the
one man in all Persia who doesn't care a fig for the
Sultan!
SULTAN.
What?
HASSAN.
Or his Executioner. (Eating Bhang.)
SULTAN.
(aside). Does he know me?
EXEC.
O King, I don't see how he can!
PHYS.
O Commander of the Faithful! This man is mad from the
effects of an overdose of Bhang.
SULTAN.
You are sure?
PHYS.
I know the symptoms, O King! He will consider himself a person of more and more importance, until he suddenly falls unconscious. Then he will sleep for ten hours.
Enter YUSSUF.
HASSAN.
If the Royal Executioner were to come here and try to
execute me, I'd wring his neck!
YUSSUF.
Madman!
SULTAN.
And why do you care nothing for the Sultan?
HASSAN.
Why, dog? Because I am his equal in birth, breeding,
education, and personal appearance. I see you are
sniggering. (To YUSSUF.) Will you go away? (To SULTAN.)
What would you say if I were to tell you that I am the
Sultan himself, myself.
SULTAN.
I should say that you were not quite your own self.
HASSAN.
Well, I am not really myself -- I am the Sultan! You
are sniggering again! If I am not the Sultan, why is
Rose-in-Bloom, the Sultana, in my house, eh?
SULTAN.
Rose-in-Bloom?
YUSSUF.
Fool -- what are you saying?
HASSAN.
You must be very deaf. I said, if I am not the Sultan,
why is the Sultana in my house, eh?
SULTAN.
Do not joke of her. It is dangerous!
HASSAN.
Joke? (A short pause -- then quickly.)
I will fetch
her.
YUSSUF.
He is mad! --
Exit HASSAN.
SULTAN.
Quite!
YUSSUF.
(aside). What can I say to them? (Aloud.) It is a
dancing girl that his mad imagination has dubbed Rose-
in-Bloom. He believes himself the Sultan, and this
dancer has taken advantage of his madness and called
herself the Sultana! And he believes it! Ha! Ha! It was
a merry jest of the girl.
Exit YUSSUF.
SULTAN.
A sorry jest for the girl to call herself my Rose-in-
Bloom -- to bring contempt upon the Queen! She shall be
punished. And this Hassan too shall be cured of Bhang-
eating. (To VIZIER, etc.) Go, all of you, change your
disguise for your official dress, and return hither at
once with the Royal Guards. Accept this madman's story
-- treat him as if he were the Sultan -- confirm his
statement that Hassan and the Sultan are the same --
and conduct him to the palace, willy-nilly. Leave me
here, and leave the punishment of this impudent dancer
to me. Go, and return quickly.