5- Scroll for a stroll
SALIM
Nay fear me dears- come along,
Do not stand behind those dirty drapes,
Don't fear that oldster with'is mustache long,
Come feed me almonds 'n nuts and grapes!
O' come- this scale is a good seat
It's holy! But it's old anyways,
Don't worry that the king may punish or beat,
Nobody opposes what Salim says!
Hey you! Yes you- the ugly one!
The one who at my touch shivers,
Speeches don't suit the emperor's son
Go throw this scroll in the Yamuna river
SALIM hands the scroll to the lady and all the others laugh, playing on the scale and drinking quality ale
SALIM
Is it your beauties or these drinks?
That makes the world- seem two to me!
It shakes 'n stirs and grows 'n shrinks!
But go get one more goblet for me
The women jump down from the Babar's Scale and kick the drinks under the bed, but not before the king AKBAR sees all of this
The women flee again
AKBAR
Is this the son I begg'd for?
Faqir did tell he'll be high 'n low,
I do not adore, not anymore!
Some sense and respect you'll grow!
AKBAR slaps SALIM, he falls down, half of drink, half of impact.
*Yamuna River- one of the major rivers of India, nearby to the Mughal capital
