BURG HILL’S ON FIRE

CHARACTERS:
WIFE
HUSBAND
FAIRY 1
FAIRY 2
MANIKIN 1
MANIKIN 2
MANIKIN 3
MANIKIN 4
WISE MAN
SPINNING-WHEEL
DISTAFF
WEAVING-LOOM
FULLING WATER
BREAD
SCRIPT:
Once upon a time there was a rich farmer who had a thrifty wife. She used to go out and
gather all the little bits of wool which she could find on the hillsides, and bring them home.
WIFE: Now that my family has gone to bed, I will sit down and card the wool and spin it into
yarn, then I
will weave the yarn into cloth to make garments for my children.
But all this work made her feel very tired, so that one night, sitting in her bedroom she
thought.
WIFE: Oh, how I wish that some one would come from far or near, from land or sea, to help me!
No sooner had the words left her lips than she heard some one knocking at the door.
WIFE: Who is there?.
FAIRY 1: Tell Quary, good housewife. Open the door to me. As long as I have you’ll get.

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She opened the door and there on the threshold stood a strange, little woman, dressed in a
green gown and wearing a white cap on her head.
WIFE: Who are you?.
Without a word the little fairy ran past her, and sat in the spinning-wheel. The good
housewife shut the door, but just then she heard another knock.
WIFE: Who is there?.
FAIRY 2: Tell Quary, good housewife. Open the door to me, As long as I have you’ll get.
And when she opened the door there was another strange, little fairy , in a lilac frock and a
green cap, standing on the door. She, too, ran into the house without waiting to say
FAIRY 2: By your leave.
Then she picked up the distaff, began to put some wool on it. Then before the housewife
could get the door shut, a funny little manikin, with green trousers and a red cap, came
running in, and followed the tiny women into the kitchen, took a handful of wool, and
began to card it. Another wee, wee
woman followed him, and then another tiny manikin, and another, and another, until it
seemed to the good
housewife that all the fairies and pixies were coming into her house.
MANIKIN 1: I will hang this big pot over the fire to boil water to wash the wool that is dirty.
MANIKIN 2: And I will card it.
MANIKIN 3: I will turn it into yarn.
MANIKIN 4: And I will weave the yarn into webs of cloth.
ALL MANIKINS: Splash!. Splash! .Clack!. Clack!.
FAIRIES 1 AND 2: We are hungry!. We need something to eat.
WIFE: Here take this bread.
The fairies ate the bread as fast as they could.
FAIRIES: We need some more!.
WIFE: I have to tell my husband about this. I can´t handle it anymore.
Then she went into the next room to wake her husband.
WIFE: Husband, wake up, wake up!.
But she could not wake him.
WIFE: Oh, he seems to be bewitched. I have to get out of here.

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While the fairies were still eating she went the cottage of the Wise Man who lived a mile
away.
WIFE: Please, open the door.
When the woman was inside the house she told him the whole story.
WISE MAN: Foolish woman, this is a lesson to never pray for things you don´t need! Before
your husband can be loosed from the spell, the Fairies must be got out of the house and the
fulling-water, which they have boiled, must be thrown over him. Hurry to the little hill that lies
behind your cottage, climb to the top of it, and set the bushes on fire; then you must shout three
times: `Burg Hill’s on fire!’ Then all the little Fairies will run out to see if this be true, because
they live under the hill. When they are all out of the cottage, go into the house as quickly as you
can, and turn the kitchen upside down. Turn upside down everything the Fairies have worked
with, everything their fingers have touched will open the door to them, and will let them in.
WIFE: I will do as you say. I have to hurry.
She climbed to the top of the little hill back of her cottage, set the bushes on fire.
WIFE: Burg Hill’s on fire! Burg Hill’s on fire! Burg Hill’s on fire!.
FAIRIES: Listen, the hill is on fire! Run, run, run.
In the confusion the good housewife slipped away, and ran as fast as she could to her
cottage.
WIFE: Now I have to turn everything upside down. I have to take off the band of the spinning-
wheel, and twist the head of the distaff, lift the pot of fulling-water off the fire, and turned the
room topsy-turvy, and threw down the carding-combs.
At that moment the Fairies returned, and knocked at the door.
FAIRIES: Good housewife!. let us in.
WIFE: The door is shut and bolted, and I will not open it.
FAIRIES: Good spinning-wheel, get up and open the door.
SPINNING-WHEEL: I can´t my band is broken.
FAIRIES: Kind distaff, open the door for us.
DISTAFF: That would I gladly do, but I cannot walk, my head is turned the wrong way.
FAIRIES: Weaving-loom, have pity, and open the door.
WEAVING-LOOM: I am all topsy-turvy, and cannot move.
FAIRIES: Fulling-water, open the door.

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FULLING WATER: I am off the fire, and all my strength is gone.
FAIRIES: Oh! Is there nothing that will come to our aid, and open the door?.
BREAD: I will.
The bread that was left toasting stood up and started going quickly across the floor.
WIFE: Oh no! You are not going anywhere. She took the bread in her hands and since it was
only half-baked it fell and broke in the cold floor.
FAIRY 1: Let´s get in through the windows.
The Fairies went into the room where the good housewife’s husband was sleeping, and they
swarmed upon his bed and tickled him until he tossed about and muttered as if he had a
fever.
WIFE: I remembered what the Wise Man told me about the fulling-water. I have to run to the
kitchen and get the pot.
Then she carried the pot and threw it over the bed where her husband was.
HUSBAND: What happened to me?.
Then he jumped out of bed, ran across the room and opened the door, and the Fairies
vanished. And they have never been seen from that day to this.
THE END

FRIENDS
Characters:
Mario
Henry
Mrs. Carwin
Henry’s mother (no dialogues)
SCRIPT:
(Mario is in his bedroom doing the homewok. There’s a knock at the door)
Mario: I’m sorry Mom, I’m not hungry.
Henry: Open the door, it’s me… Henry.
(Mario stands up and opens the door)

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Mario: Hi, Henry, come on in.
(Henry enters the room)
Henry: How are you Mario?.
Mario: Not so good.
Henry: What’s wrong?.
Mario: Sometimes I just feel so lonely… and I’ve bee having a lot of problems lately.
Henry: Do you want to talk about it?.
Mario: Well as you know, my father got a job in another city, and my mother is working
really hard. We wanted to go and see him this weekend, but she has to work on Saturday,
so we won’t be able to go… and I wanted so much to see him!
Henry: Mario, remember that this Saturday we have our school play.
Mario: Oh.. I totally forgot about the play!
Henry: Ha, ha, ha, ha , See.. Things are not so bad! You are the main character! What
would Little Red Riding Hood be without the wolf!
Mario: Ha, ha, ha, ha … He wouldn’t eat her? Ha, ha, ha…Thanks for remind me. Oh, wait,
but that’s not all…. my aunt called last night, and she said that my grandmother fell down
and she broke her leg!
Henry: I’m sorry to hear that. But she’s a strong woman, so I think that she will recover
soon.
Mario: You’re right… but since my aunt will take care of her until she recovers, she asked
my mom to buy her a wheelchair. And now my mom is really worried because…
Henry: Hey, we have my grandfather’s wheelchair at home… I’ll ask my mom to lend it to
you and bring it tomorrow.
Mario: Really? Oh, thanks.
Henry: Do you feel better now?.
Mario: Yes, I do. You really cheered me up today… I mean, I was really worried about
everything, and you even made me laugh!.
Henry: That’s what friends are for.

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(Mario’s mother enter the room)
Mrs. Carwin: Henry, your mother is waiting for you outside
Henry: Thank you, Mrs. Carwin. Well, Mario, I have to go.
(Henry, Mario, and Mrs. Carwin get out of the room and go outside)
Mario: Thanks for coming over… and thanks for being my friend.
(Henry waves good-bye and starts to walk away along with his mother.. Mario yells at him)
Mario: Henry! You didn’t tell why you came to see me!
(Henry yells back while he keeps walking)
Henry: I just wanted to tell you something!.
Mario: What is it!.
Henry: My mom took me to the doctor, and he said I have a brain tumor. He also said
there’s nothing he can do to save my life, and that all I have to do… is wait to die. Have a
nice day, my friend!.
(Henry waves good-bye)
Mario: Oh, mom, he came to tell me the news. When he asked me how I was, I forgot about
him, and I only talked about me and my problems. He was smiling all the time, just to make
me feel better… even though he is in a worse situation. That’s incredible!.
Mrs. Carwin: Now, try to spend as much time as possible with him.
Mario: I will mom… From now on, I will enjoy every minute I spend with him, and with
everybody I love.
(They hug)
The End

One Rice, Thousand Gold

CAST
Old Woman
Han-Shin
Member of the Pantomime Chorus

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Han-Shin was a very poor boy.
His family had nothing to eat.
Every day, Han-Shin went to the river to fish.
He sat and sat, but there were no fish.
The other fisherman caught many fish,
But Han-shin caught none.
Along the riverbank the women washed their clothes
Old Woman : That boy is as skinny as the stick in his hand!
You look hungry. Please eat this bowl of rice.
Han-Shin: Thank you, old woman.
Every day, the old woman gave Han-Shin a bowl of rice.
Old Woman: Young man I can give you a bowl of rice every day. But you are young and strong.
You must learn to earn your own bowl of rice. The you will become a man and feed your own
family.
Han-Shin: I see that you are right old woman. I will go out to make my own fortune. And when I
do I will repay your kindness.
So, Han-Shin stood up from the bank of the river and went off to make himself a man in
the
world. Han-Shin was brave and kind. He did many good things. He helped everyone.
The people loved him so much that made him King!
Han-Shin went back to the river to find the old woman.
He took her to his palace.
Han-Shin bowed down.
Han-Shin: Old woman, I promised I would pay you back someday. Please take these thousand
pieces of gold.
In China, when someone repays someone for kindness with rich reward, you might say,
“One Rice Thousand Gold.”
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The Millionaire Miser
PREVIEW: Sushil is so stingy, even a god takes notice.
GENRE: Fables, folktales
CULTURE: Buddhist, Asia n Indian
THEME: Stinginess
LENGTH: 7 minutes
ROLES: Narrators 1–4, Sushil, Boy, Nirmala, Sakka, Man, Woman, Rajah, (Servant), (Other
Townspeople), (Children)
Sushil was a miser. Though his treasure house was full, he was too stingy to give away even
the smallest coin. And since food cost money, he ate
almost nothing, and starved his family and servants besides.
One morning, as Sushil took his daily walk through town, he saw a boy eating a sweet rice
dumpling.
BOY: (makes loud sounds of enjoyment as he eats)
Sushil’s mouth watered as he made his way home. He said
to himself,
SUSHIL: If only I could ask my wife to make me a sweet dumpling. But if
I wanted one, so would my wife. And if my wife wanted one, so would the
children. And if the children wanted one, so would the servants. So I had
better just keep quiet.
When Sushil arrived home, he said nothing about a dumpling. But he wanted one so badly,
he felt weak. His legs shook, and he had to go to bed. His wife, Nirmala, came to him. She
asked,
NIRMALA: What is wrong, my husband?
NARRATOR 2: Sushil lay groaning and clenched his teeth.
NIRMALA: Is there something you want?
NARRATOR 3: Sushil’s face grew red, then purple. At last he squeaked,
SUSHIL: I would like a sweet rice dumpling.
NIRMALA: That is no problem. We are wealthy enough. Why, I will make
sweet dumplings for the whole town!
SUSHIL: (gasps)
Sushil gasped in horror.
SUSHIL: You will make a pauper of me!
NIRMALA: Well then, I will make dumplings for our family and servants.
SUSHIL: Why would the servants need any?
NIRMALA: Then I will make them for us and the children.
SUSHIL: I am sure the children can do without.
NIRMALA: Then I will make one for you and one for me.
SUSHIL: Why would you want one?
Nirmala sighed and went out. After a while, she returned with a single sweet dumpling.
Then she looked on as Sushil, moaning with delight, devoured every crumb.
SUSHIL: (makes loud sounds of enjoyment as he eats)
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Now, it happened that all this was seen by Sakka, the King

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of Heaven, who was sitting on his marble throne in his thousand-mile-high palace.
SAKKA: (appalled, looking down to earth) Not in seventy-seven millennia
have I ever seen such a miser! I will teach this fellow not to be so stingy.
NARRATOR 4: So the god waited till the next day, when Sushil left on his
morning walk. Then he made himself look just like Sushil and came down
to earth.
Sakka walked into Sushil’s house as if he were Sushil himself.
In Sushil’s own voice he told a servant
SAKKA: (imitating Sushil) Run through the town and invite everyone you
see. Today Sushil will share his wealth!
SERVANT: (excitedly bows and runs off)
When Nirmala heard these words, she cried
NIRMALA: Husband, can this be true? Heaven be praised for your change
of heart!
Then she helped him open the treasure house.
TOWNSPEOPLE (including WOMAN, MAN, BOY): (enter)
Soon the people of the town arrived. The pretend Sushil told them
SAKKA: Take what you will! And if anyone who looks like me tries to stop
you, drive away the scoundrel!
MAN: Thanks to Lord Sushil!
WOMAN: The most generous man alive!
They rushed into the treasure house and loaded themselves with gold, silver, diamonds,
and pearls.
Just then, the real Sushil came home. When he saw his treasure being carried out the gate,
he screamed
SUSHIL: Robbers! Thieves! Put that back! How dare you!
But the townspeople said
BOY: This must be the one that Lord Sushil warned us about!
And they chased Sushil halfway across town.
WOMAN: (chasing Sushil) Be off with you!
MAN: (chasing Sushil) And don’t show your face again!
The crowd turned back. Sushil rushed on to the court of the Rajah.
SUSHIL: (arriving out of breath, speaking frantically) Your Majesty, the
people of the town are taking all I own!
RAJAH: But your own servant invited them!
. . . said the Rajah.
RAJAH: I heard him myself. Did you not give the order?
SUSHIL: Never! If the order was given, I beg you to bring the one who
gave it!
So the Rajah sent a messenger.
Soon came Sakka, still pretending to be Sushil, along with
Nirmala and the children. The children stared wide-eyed at the two Sushils, and Nirmala nearly
fainted.
SUSHIL: Impostor!
SAKKA: Deceiver!
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difference between you!
. . . said the Rajah. He turned to Nirmala.
RAJAH: Can you say which is the true Sushil?
Nirmala looked at both men.
NIRMALA: Your Majesty, may I ask them a question?
RAJAH: Certainly.
NARRATOR 2: Nirmala turned to Sakka.
NIRMALA: Is it better to be generous to yourself, to your family, to your
servants, or to your neighbors?
SAKKA: It is best to be generous to all! When you are generous, others
also grow generous, and everyone is wealthier.
Then Nirmala turned to Sushil.
NIRMALA: Is it better to be generous to yourself, to your family, to your
servants, or to your neighbors?
SUSHIL: To none! It is a waste of wealth that can never be regained!
Nirmala took a deep breath. She gathered the children, then drew close to Sakka.
NIRMALA: This is the true Sushil, Your Majesty.
SUSHIL: But, Nirmala! My wife! My children!
At that, the god stepped forward. With a blinding flash of
light, he changed back to his own shape.
SAKKA: Your Majesty, I am not Sushil but Sakka. I came down from
Heaven to teach this man a lesson!
He turned to the trembling and downcast Sushil.
SAKKA: Do you see? You are so stingy, even your wife and children deny
you!
SUSHIL: (moans)
SAKKA: There is but one hope for you. Will you stop being such a miser?
SUSHIL: (hesitantly) Well . . . maybe I could be a little more generous.
SAKKA: (sternly) A little more?
SUSHIL: Well . . . maybe a little more than a little more.
SAKKA: You had better be a lot more generous. Or I’ll be back!
And with another flash of light, he vanished.
RAJAH: (to Sushil) Well!
. . . said the Rajah to Sushil.
RAJAH: It seems you indeed have been taught a good lesson!
SUSHIL: I suppose so, Your Majesty.
He turned shyly to Nirmala and held out his hand.
SUSHIL: (questioningly) Wife?
NARRATOR 2: Nirmala took it.
NIRMALA: (smiling at him) Husband! Oh, Sushil, let us celebrate! I have
an idea. Let us make sweet rice dumplings for the entire town!
SUSHIL: (gasps)
Sushil gasped in horror. His legs shook. He groaned and clenched his teeth. His face grew
red, then purple.Then he squeaked
SUSHIL: All right!

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 THE END
How Violence Is Ended
PREVIEW: A prince must choose whether to heed his father’s last words or take revenge on the
king who
has killed both parents.
GENRE: Legends, fables, sacred stories
CULTURE: Buddhist, Asian Indian
THEME: Forgiveness
LENGTH: 10 minutes
ROLES: Narrators 1 & 2, Brahmadatta, Dighiti, Deva, Dighavu, (Generals), (Barber), (Soldiers),
(Elephant
Trainer), (Hunters)
Nearly all the world’s greatest religious teachers have been peacemakers, and one of these
certainly was the Buddha. Among the teachings of his
Eightfold Path was Right Action, and part of this was to
avoid all killing.
Tradition says that the following tale was told by the Buddha himself to monks whose
quarrel had reached the point of violence.
Once long ago, there arose a quarrel between two kings.
One king was the great Brahmadatta. His kingdom was large and rich, and his troops were
many.
The other king was Dighiti. His kingdom was small and poor, and his troops were few.
Brahmadatta told his generals.
BRAHMADATTA: We will march against Dighiti and conquer his kingdom.
He will not be able to resist me.
When Dighiti heard of the army’s advance, he told Deva, his queen
DIGHITI: (calmly) Nothing we do can prevent Brahmadatta from seizing
our country. For the sake of our people, it is best to avoid a battle. Let us
flee from the kingdom tonight.
Deva asked
DEVA: (anxiously) Where can we go?
DIGHITI: We will go to Brahmadatta’s own capital city, Benares. It is large
enough to hide in, and he will never search for us there.
So they took their young son, Dighavu, and fled by night to Benares.
There they lodged in a poor quarter of the city. King Dighiti disguised himself as a
wandering holy man and each day begged enough coins and food for them all.
Time passed and the prince grew toward manhood. Then King Dighiti told his wife
DIGHITI: Truly is it said, we may forgive those who hurt us, but we never
forgive those we hurt. If Brahmadatta finds us here, he will surely kill us
all. It is best to send our son from the city.
DEVA: Let him go to my parents in the west. There he can learn the arts
and sciences proper to his estate.
So they sent the prince away. Now, it happened that the barber from the court of King
Dighiti was at this time at work in the court of Brahmadatta.
One day, the barber caught sight of Dighiti in the market place, begging in the guise of a
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Brahmadatta. Brahmadatta sent his men to arrest the family. Dighiti and Deva were
brought before him.
BRAHMADATTA: Where is your son?
NARRATOR 1: . . . demanded Brahmadatta.
DIGHITI: (firmly) Beyond your reach.
. . . replied Dighiti. Brahmadatta turned to one of his
generals.
BRAHMADATTA: (seething with anger) Tie them up and cart them around
the city for all to see and scorn. Then take them out the south gate and
execute them by the sword. Allow no one to perform the funeral rites.
Their bodies shall be prey to birds and beasts. (waves them off)
Now, on that very day, Prince Dighavu had come back to
Benares to visit his parents. As he passed through the marketplace, he saw soldiers on
horse and on foot, and among them a cart, and tied up in the cart, his mother and his
father. And he was powerless to help them. King Dighiti saw the prince as well. Wishing to
advise his
son, yet mindful not to give him away, Dighiti called out as if to no one.
And these were his words:
DIGHITI: (loudly)
Be not shortsighted.
Be not longsighted.
Not by violence is vio lence ended.
Violence is ended by nonviolence.
As darkness fell, King Dighiti and Queen Deva were taken
outside the city walls and executed by the sword.
Their bodies were left on the ground, with a dozen soldiers
standing guard. Within the city, Prince Dighavu told himself,
DIGHAVU: (bitterly) First I will perform the funeral rites for my parents.
Then I will find a way to avenge them.
He brought strong wine from the marketplace out to the
guards. They took it gladly, and soon lay drunk and asleep.
Dighavu piled up wood, placed his parents’ bodies on top,
then lit the funeral pyre. He pressed his palms together and walked three times around the
flames. At that moment, at the royal palace, Brahmadatta was strolling upon his roof
terrace, puzzling over the words of King Dighiti that had been reported to him. Gazing far
south, over the city wall, he spied the fire and the figure circling it. A cold fear gripped his
heart.

BRAHMADATTA: It must be Prince Dighavu! (turns away from the sight)

The prince, his duty complete, slipped quickly into the
forest. For days he stayed there, hiding from Brahmadatta’s men
while grieving for his parents.At last, the danger and the tears had passed, and Dighavu
entered the city once more.At the royal elephant stables, he took work as an apprentice.
And so it was one morning that Dighavu rose early, sat before the stables, and sang to greet
the dawn. His voice drifted to the palace and to the balcony of King Brahmadatta, who had
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BRAHMADATTA: (to himself) How lovely. I have need of such music to
ease my mind. (leaves the balcony)
He sent for the singer, and Dighavu was brought before him.
BRAHMADATTA: (pleasantly) Sing for me.
. . . said Brahmadatta, not knowing who the young man
was. Dighavu sang, and the king’s heart was gladdened. Then Brahmadatta told him,
BRAHMADATTA: Stay with me.
And Dighavu answered
DIGHAVU: (formally, with a bow) As you wish, my lord.
So Dighavu became the king’s attendant.
And since the young man’s conduct was agreeable and his
words pleasing, the king grew ever more fond of him, bestowing on him more and more
responsibility and trust.
Then came a day when Brahmadatta desired to go hunting.
And he told Dighavu
BRAHMADATTA: (pleasantly) Today you will drive my chariot.
NARRATOR 2: And Dighavu replied,
DIGHAVU: (formally, with a bow) It is an honor, my lord.
So Dighavu that day drove the chariot of the king. But as the hunters pursued their quarry,
Dighavu cleverly took a path that led away. He brought the king far from the sight and
hearing of the others.
At last Brahmadatta said
BRAHMADATTA: I wish to stop and rest.
Dighavu dismounted and sat cross-legged on the ground.
And he told the king
DIGHAVU: Come rest yourself, my lord.
So the king lay down beside Dighavu and slept. Dighavu gripped his sword and drew it
slowly from its sheath. He pointed the blade at the throat of Brahmadatta. And then there
came to him the words of his father.
DIGHITI: (speaking as Dighavu’s memory)
Be not shortsighted.
Be not longsighted.
Not by violence is vio lence ended.
Violence is ended by nonviolence.
The sword of Dighavu trembled. He drew it slowly away and replaced it in its sheath.
Brahmadatta breathed heavily and opened wide his eyes and sat up in alarm.
BRAHMADATTA: (breathes loudly and heavily, eyes wide in fear)
DIGHAVU: What is wrong, my lord?
BRAHMADATTA: (slowly calms himself) It is a dream that often plagues
me. I see Dighavu, the son of my enemies, coming at me with his sword to
avenge his parents.
Then Dighavu rose and again drew his sword.
DIGHAVU: (fiercely) I am Dighavu, son of your enemies, and here am I to
avenge my parents!
BRAHMADATTA: (in terror) Have mercy, dear Dighavu! Grant me my life!
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may forgive those who hurt us, but we never forgive those we hurt. You
have killed my mother and my father, and would surely kill me too. So the
life to be granted is mine!
BRAHMADATTA: Then grant me my life, and I will grant you yours!
So Dighavu put away his sword. And the king rose, and the two clasped their hands and
swore never again to seek the other’s harm.
NARRATOR 1: Then Brahmadatta said,
BRAHMADATTA: I have often pondered your father’s final words. Tell me,
Dighavu, what did he mean when he told you, “Be not shortsighted”?
DIGHAVU: My father meant, “Do not be quick to spurn a gift of
friendship.”
BRAHMADATTA: And what did he mean when he told you, “Be not
longsighted”?
DIGHAVU: My father meant, “Do not allow your hate to last too long.”
BRAHMADATTA: And what did he mean when he told you, “Not by violence
is violence ended. Violence is ended by nonviolence”?
DIGHAVU: My father meant this: You, my lord, have killed my parents and
stolen their kingdom. If I were to kill you in revenge, your allies would kill
me, and then my allies would kill them, and so on, with no end to violence.
But now instead, you have granted my life and I have granted yours. So
violence is at an end.
Then the king marveled at the wisdom of Dighavu, who understood in full what his father
said in brief. Indeed, so great was Brahmadatta’s admiration and his gratitude, he soon
restored to Dighavu the kingdom of his father. And as long as both kings lived, all quarrels
between them were resolved in friendship and good will.

THE END

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