Ha.s.san: The Story of Ha.s.san of Baghdad and How He Came to Make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.

by James Elroy Flecker.

CHARACTERS

Ha.s.sAN, a Confectioner

The CALIPH HAROUN AR RASCHID

ISHAK, his Minstrel

JAFAR, his Vizier

MASRUR, his Executioner

RAFI, King of the Beggars

SELIM, a friend of Ha.s.san's

THE CAPTAIN OF THE MILITARY

THE CHIEF OF THE POLICE

ALI, ABDU Nondescripts

ALDER WILLOW TAMARISK Slaves THE PORTER of Yasmin's House THE CHINESE PHILOSOPHER A DERVISH THE FOUNTAIN GHOST A HERALD THE PRISON GUARDS PERVANEH YASMIN An AMBa.s.sADOR, a WRESTLER, a CALLIGRAPHIST, a JESTER, GHOSTS, MUTES, DANCING WOMEN, BEGGARS, SOLDIERS, POLICE, ATTENDANTS and CASUAL LOITERERS THE STORY OF Ha.s.sAN OF BAGDAD ACT I SCENE I A room "behind the shop" in Old Bagdad. In the background a large caldron steaming, for the shop is a sweet-stuff shop and the sugar is boiling. The room has little furniture beyond the carpet, old but unexpectedly choice, and some Persian hangings (geometrical designs, with crude animals and some verses from the Koran hand-printed on linen). A ramshackle wooden part.i.tion in one corner shuts off from a living room what appears to be the shop.Squatting on the carpet--facing each other: Ha.s.sAN, the Confectioner, 45, rotund, moustache, turban, greasy grey dress.SELIM, his friend, young, vulgarly handsome, gaudily clothed.Ha.s.sAN (Rocking on his mat) Eywallah, Eywallah!SELIM Thirty-seven times have you made the same remark, O father of repet.i.tion.Ha.s.sAN (More dolefully than ever) Eywallah, Eywallah!SELIM Have you caught fever? Is your chest narrow, or your belly thunderous?Ha.s.sAN (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.Ha.s.sAN (Inclining towards the mat) None is good, save G.o.d.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 beauties at the barbers, and lights of love at the bazaar?Ha.s.sAN (Angrily) Hold your tongue, Selim, or leave me. I was in earnest when I said I loved, and your coa.r.s.eness is ill-fitting to my mood.And well I know I am Ha.s.san, the Confectioner, yet I can love as sincerely as Mejnun; for a.s.suredly she of whom my heart is bent is not less fair than Leila.SELIM (Ironically) Alas! I mistook the particular for the general, and did not recognise the purity of your intentions. But I would not mention Mejnun. Mejnun was young, and you are old, and he was a prince, and you are a Confectioner, and he was beautiful, and you are not, and he was very thin because of his sorrow, and you are fatter than those four-legged I mention not-- G.o.d curse their herdsmen!Ha.s.sAN And if it be as you say, Selim, if I am indeed a fat, old, ugly tradesman, have I not good reason to be sorry and rock upon my mat, for how shall maintain my heart's desire?SELIM Listen to me, Ha.s.san, why is it that in this last year you have become different from the Ha.s.san that was Ha.s.san? From time to time you talk strangely in your cups, like a mad poet; and you have bought a lute and a carpet too fine for your house. And now I feel you are losing your senses when I hear this talk of love from one who is past the age of folly.