3x-xx-xx ep005 The Web Of Gold

The web of gold, one of the strangest countries in the world, is India. Amazing are some of the customs of our various municipalities, ruled by Maharajas, who have the power of life and death over their subjects, and whose wealth is fabulous.

In Hyderabad, one of the states of India, the Nizam is entertaining a party from Europe. In the great hall, the guests are seated on chairs of priceless workmanship. While on a raised throne sits an exam himself, his hands covered with emerald, diamonds, and rubies.

Tell me more about your lovely city, Monsieur. How tall is this a plan, your hat? Well, there is, could never compare with me. Anybody up more than ever. Care to fish, your highness? No. Why, even the servant will tell you that the fairphiles, it's like the Arabian night.

Yes, my palace is perfect, as perfect as I can make it. I'm tired of palliative. I'm tired of this thing? Why, I don't think I'm on it. Why, I don't think I'm on it. Why, I don't think I'm on it.

Why, look at that fountain playing out there in the moonlight. Just like a sound of diamonds. A madam, Cynthia, like diamonds in common with her neck? Oh, yes, this is your life's diamond. Take these reeds.

Please. Oh, what's your hide as I come? To remember hide or that? I have a... it's worth thousands. This worth is nothing to me, madam. But why, your hide? Come to diamond mines belong to me, but your highness.

I am sure you're becoming bored. Suppose we watch Galantad dance for a moment. This year's worth more to me than all the diamonds in the world at present. She not beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I envy you, your hand.