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 Planter Rogue.  I like to be the father of your child! I am not swayed by any pleadings. Come to my bed or I shall burst open your belly with a kick.

Khetro.  Oh Saheb! have pity. I am now carrying, and my child will die.

Planter Rogue.  You will not behave yourself unless you are stripped (catches her outer clothes).

Khetro.  Oh Saheb! I am your mother. Do not make me naked, you are my son. Please let go my clothes. (She makes a scratch on Rogue's hand by her finger nails.)

Planter Rogue.  Infernal bitch! (takes a cane and brandishing it) Now I shall make an end of your false chastity.

Khetro.  Finish me all at once. I shan't protest. Let a sword be thrust on my heart so that I go straight to heaven. You, son of a beast who live on excretions, you son of a barren woman, let two of your dear ones die simultaneously. Touch me again, and I'll scratch your hand, and bite your hand, till it comes off in bits. Haven't you your own mother and sister? Why don't you go and make them naked? You, brother of a man who corrupts his own sister, beat me, finish me all at once. I cannot stand any more.

Planter Rogue.  Shut up you sinful woman, no more tall talks from a low-bred. (Lands a blow on her belly and pulls her by the hair).

Khetro.  Where is my father: Oh my mother! Behold your Khetro dies. (She trembles with fear)

Nobin. (Helping Khetro's hair from Rogue's grip) Dehumanised Indigo Planter of evil disposition! Is this the sample of your Christian asceticism, your Christian kindness, humility and manners? Such rude behaviour to a poor helpless girl, going to be a mother!

Torapa.  The brother of my wife looks like a wooden doll—speechless now. Oh, Elder Babu! has he got a conscience