Produced by Geoffrey Cowling <gcowling@laurel.ocs.mq.edu.au>

or <ifni_au@yahoo.com>

HASSAN:

THE STORY OF HASSAN OF BAGDAD
AND HOW HE CAME TO MAKE
THE GOLDEN JOURNEY TO SAMARKAND

A play in five acts

By James Elroy Flecker

CHARACTERS

HASSAN, 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 Hassan's

THE CAPTAIN OF THE MILITARY
THE CHIEF OF THE POLICE

ALI, ABDU Nondescripts

ALDER WILLOW <JUNIPER> TAMARISK Slaves

THE PORTER of Yasmin's House

THE CHINESE PHILOSOPHER
A DERVISH
THE FOUNTAIN GHOST
A HERALD
THE PRISON GUARDS
PERVANEH
YASMIN

An AMBASSADOR, a WRESTLER, a CALLIGRAPHIST, a JESTER, GHOSTS,MUTES, DANCING WOMEN, BEGGARS, SOLDIERS, POLICE, ATTENDANTSand CASUAL LOITERERS

THE STORY OF HASSAN OF BAGDAD

ACT I

SCENE I

A room "behind the shop" in Old Bagdad. In the background a largecaldron steaming, for the shop is a sweet-stuff shop and the sugaris boiling. The room has little furniture beyond the carpet,old but unexpectedly choice, and some Persian hangings (geometricaldesigns, with crude animals and some verses from the Koranhand-printed on linen). A ramshackle wooden partition in onecorner shuts off from a living room what appears to be the shop.

Squatting on the carpet—facing each other:

HASSAN, the Confectioner, 45, rotund, moustache, turban,greasy grey dress.

SELIM, his friend, young, vulgarly handsome, gaudily clothed.

                        HASSAN
(Rocking on his mat) Eywallah, Eywallah!

SELIMThirty-seven times have you made the same remark, O fatherof repetition.

                        HASSAN
(More dolefully than ever) Eywallah, Eywallah!

SELIMHave you caught fever? Is your chest narrow, or your bellythunderous?

                        HASSAN
(With a ponderous sigh) Eywallah!

SELIMIs that the merchant of sweetmeats, that sour face? O poisonerof children, surely it would be better to cut the knot of reluctanceand uncord the casket of explanation. And the poet Antarihas justly remarked:

        Divide your sorrow and impart your grief, O fool.
        That good man comforteth beyond belief, O fool.

                        HASSAN
(Inclining towards the mat) None is good, save God.
And Abou Awas has excellently sung:

        The importunate
        Are seldom fortunate.

Nevertheless, know, Selim, that I am in love.

SELIMIn love! Then why sit moaning on the mat? Are there not

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