What a swindler!
For such things a man can be sent to Siberia.
MERCHANTS.
It doesn't matter where you are pleased to send him. Only the farthest away from here the better.
Father, don't scorn to accept our bread and salt. We pay our respects to you with sugar and a basket of wine.
KHLESTAKOV.
No, no. Don't think of it. I don't take bribes.
Oh, if, for example, you would offer me a loan of three hundred rubles, that's quite different. I am willing to take a loan.
MERCHANTS.
If you please, father. [They take out money.] But what is three hundred?
Better take five hundred. Only help us.
KHLESTAKOV.
Very well. About a loan I won't say a word. I'll take it.
MERCHANTS [proffering him the money on a silver tray].
Do please take the tray, too.
KHLESTAKOV.
Very well. I can take the tray, too.
MERCHANTS [bowing].
Then take the sugar at the same time.
KHLESTAKOV.
Oh, no. I take no bribes.
OSIP.
Why don't you take the sugar, your Highness?
Take it. Everything will come in handy on the road.
Give here the sugar and that case.
Give them here. It'll all be of use.
What have you got there—a string?
Give it here. A string will be handy on the road, too, if the coach or something else should break—for tying it up.
MERCHANTS.
Do us this great favor, your illustrious Highness.
Why, if you don't help us in our appeal to you, then we simply don't know how we are to exist. We might as well put our necks in a noose.
KHLESTAKOV.
Positively, positively.
I shall exert my efforts in your behalf.
[The Merchants leave.
A woman's voice is heard saying:]
"Don't you dare not to let me in.
I'll make a complaint against you to him himself.
Don't push me that way. It hurts."
KHLESTAKOV. Who is there? [Goes to the window.] What is it, mother?
[Two women's voices are heard:]
"We beseech your grace, father.
Give orders, your Lordship, for us to be heard."
KHLESTAKOV.
Let her in.
SCENE XI
Khlestakov, the Locksmith's Wife, and the non-commissioned Officer's Widow.
LOCK.'S WIFE [kneeling].
I beseech your grace.
WIDOW.