Balkis : Queen of Sheba (see Sheban).
... AJEBE Balkis, do come, my heart. Enter Balkis. BALKIS Your will? AJEBE My will! When had I any will since you came here, You rigorous tyrant? BALKIS Was it for abuse You called me? AJEBE Bring your lute and sing to me. BALKIS I am not in the mood. AJEBE Sing, I entreat you. I am hungry for your voice of pure delight. BALKIS I am no kabob... lute's too large for! But the way is foul. Enter Balkis. BALKIS What's your command? AJEBE Bring me your lute and sing. I'm sad and troubled. Cross me not, my girl; My temper's wry. BALKIS Oh, threats? AJEBE Remember still You are a slave, however by my love Pampered, and sometimes think upon the scourge. BALKIS Do, do! Yes, beat me! Or why beat me only? Kill... house. Balkis, Mymoona. BALKIS Did he not ask after me? I'm sick, Mymoona. MYMOONA Sick? I think both of you are dying of a galloping consumption. Such colour in the cheeks was never a good symptom. BALKIS Tell him I am very, very ill; tell him I am dying. Pray be pathetic. MYMOONA Put saffron on your cheeks and look nicely yellow; he will melt. BALKIS I think ...
... sparkle and Anice's sweetness make the play a legend of likeable women. Indeed, it is a legend of good women as well, for the other ladies too - Page 133 Ameena, Khatoon, and the slaves Balkis and Mymoona - are graceful, wise and affectionate towards one and all." 35 Above all, the poetry of the play - poetry full of the commercial imagery of the slave-market and even of the fish-market ...
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