Act VI Scene — _The Garden of a Palace
The nymph_ SÁNUMATÍ is seen descending in a celestial car.
Sánumatí
Behold me just arrived from attending in my proper turn at the nymph’s pool, where I have left the other nymphs to perform their ablutions, whilst I seek to ascertain, with my own eyes, how it fares with King Dushyanta. My connexion with the nymph Menaká has made her daughter [S’]akoontalá dearer to me than my own flesh and blood; and Menaká it was who charged me with this errand on her daughter’s behalf.
[Looking round in all directions.]
How is it that I see no preparations in the King’s household for celebrating the great vernal festival89? I could easily discover the reason by my divine faculty of meditation[134]; but respect must be shown to the wishes of my friend. How then shall I arrive at the truth? I know what I will do. I will become invisible, and place myself near those two maidens who are tending the plants in the garden.
[Descends and takes her station.
Enter a MAIDEN, who stops in front of a mango-tree, and gazes at the blossom. Another MAIDEN is seen behind her.
First Maiden
Hail to thee, lovely harbinger of spring! The varied radiance of thy opening flowers Is welcome to my sight. I bid thee hail, Sweet mango, soul of this enchanting season.
Second Maiden
Parabhritiká, what are you saying there to yourself?
First Maiden
Dear Madhukariká, am I not named after the Koïl90? and does not the Koïl sing for joy at the first appearance of the mango-blossom?
SECOND MAIDEN. [Approaching hastily, with transport.
What! is spring really come?
First Maiden
Yes, indeed, Madhukariká, and with it the season of joy, love, and song.
Second Maiden
Let me lean upon you, dear, while I stead on tiptoe and pluck a blossom, of the mango, that I may present it as an offering to the god of love.
First Maiden
Provided you let me have half the reward which the god will bestow in return.
Second Maiden
To be sure you shall, and that without asking. Are we not one in heart and soul, though divided in body?
[Leans on her friend and plucks a mango-blossom.]
Ah! here is a bud just bursting into flower. It diffuses a delicious perfume, though not yet quite expanded.
[Joining her hands reverentially.]
God of the bow, who with spring’s choicest flowers
Dost point thy five unerring shafts91; to thee
I dedicate this blossom; let it serve
To barb thy truest arrow; be its mark
Some youthful heart that pines to be beloved.
[Throws down a mango-blossom.
Chamberlain
[Entering in a hurried manner, angrily.
Hold there, thoughtless woman. What are you about, breaking off those mango-blossoms, when the King has forbidden the celebration of the spring festival?
BOTH MAIDENS. [Alarmed.
Pardon us, kind Sir, we have heard nothing of it.
Chamberlain
You have heard nothing of it? Why, all the vernal plants and shrubs, and the very birds that lodge in their branches, show more respect to the King’s order than you do.
Yon mango-blossoms, though long since expanded,
Gather no down upon their tender crests;
The flower still lingers in the amaranth92,
Imprisoned in its bud; the tuneful Koïl,
Though winter’s chilly dews be overpast,
Suspends the liquid volume of his song
Scarce uttered in his throat; e’en Love, dismayed,
Restores the half-drawn arrow to his quiver.
Both Maidens
The mighty power of King Dushyanta is not to be disputed.
First Maiden
It is but a few days since Mitrávasu, the King’s brother-in-law, sent us to wait upon his Majesty; and, during the whole of our sojourn here, we have been entrusted with the charge of the royal pleasure-grounds. We are therefore strangers in this place, and heard nothing of the order till you informed us of it.
Chamberlain
Well then, now you know it, take care you don’t continue your preparations.
Both Maidens
But tell us, kind Sir, why has the King prohibited the usual festivities? We are curious to hear, if we may.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Men are naturally fond of festive entertainments. There must be some good reason for the prohibition.
Chamberlain
The whole affair is now public; why should I not speak of it? Has not the gossip about the King’s rejection of [S’]akoontalá reached your ears yet?
Both Maidens
Oh yes, we heard the story from the King’s brother-in-law, as far, at least, as the discovery of the ring.
Chamberlain
Then there is little more to tell you. As soon as the King’s memory was restored by the sight of his own ring, he exclaimed: ‘Yes, it is all true. I remember now my secret marriage with [S’]akoontalá. When I repudiated her, I had lost my recollection!’ Ever since that moment, he has yielded himself a prey to the bitterest remorse.
He loathes his former pleasures; he rejects
The daily homage of his ministers;
On his lone couch he tosses to and fro,
Courting repose in vain. Whene’er he meets
The ladies of his palace, and would fain
Address them with politeness, he confounds
Their names; or, calling them ‘[S’]akoontalá,’
Is straightway silent and abashed with shame.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
To me this account is delightful.
Chamberlain
In short, the King is so completely out of his mind that the festival has been prohibited.
Both Maidens
Perfectly right.
A Voice Behind the Scenes
The King! the King! This way, Sire, this way.
CHAMBERLAIN. [Listening.
Oh! here comes his Majesty in this direction. Pass on, maidens; attend to your duties.
Both Maidens
We will, sir.
[Exeunt.
Enter King DUSHYANTA, dressed in deep mourning, attended his Jester, MÁ[T.]HAVYA, and preceded by VETRAVATÍ.
CHAMBERLAIN. [Gazing at the KING.
Well, noble forms are certainly pleasing, under all varieties of outward circumstances. The King’s person is as charming as ever, notwithstanding his sorrow of mind.
Though but a single golden bracelet spans
His wasted arm; though costly ornaments
Have given place to penitential weeds;
Though oft-repeated sighs have blanched his lips,
And robbed them of their bloom; though sleepless care
And carking thought have dimmed his beaming eye;
Yet does his form, by its inherent lustre,
Dazzle the gaze; and, like a priceless gem
Committed to some cunning polisher,
Grow more effulgent by the loss of substance.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside. Looking at the KING.
Now that I have seen him, I can well understand why [S’]akoontalá should pine after such a man, in spite of his disdainful rejection of her.
KING. [Walking slowly up and down in deep thought.
When fatal lethargy o’erwhelmed my soul,
My loved one strove to rouse me, but in vain;
And now, when I would fain in slumber deep
Forget myself, full soon remorse doth wake me.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
My poor [S’]akoontalá’s sufferings are very similar.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA. [Aside.
He is taken with another attack of this odious [S’]akoontalá-fever. How shall we ever cure him?
CHAMBERLAIN. [Approaching.
Victory to the King! Great Prince, the royal pleasure-grounds have been put in order. Your Majesty can resort to them for exercise and amusement whenever you think proper.
King
Vetravatí, tell the worthy Pi[S’]una, my prime minister, from me, that I am so exhausted by want of sleep that I cannot sit on the judgment-seat to-day. If any case of importance be brought before the tribunal, he must give it his best attention, and inform me of the circumstances by letter.
Vetravatí
Your Majesty’s commands shall be obeyed.
[Exit.
KING. [To the CHAMBERLAIN.
And you, Vátáyana, may go about your own affairs.
Chamberlain
I will, Sire.
Má[t.]havya
Now that you have rid yourself of these troublesome fellows, you can enjoy the delightful coolness of your pleasure-grounds without interruption.
King
Ah! my dear friend, there is an old adage:—‘When affliction has a mind to enter, she will find a crevice somewhere;’ and it is verified in me.
Scarce is my soul delivered from the cloud
That darkened its remembrance of the past,
When lo! the heart-born deity of love
With yonder blossom of the mango barbs
His keenest shaft, and aims it at my breast.
Má[t.]havya
Well, then, wait a moment; I will soon demolish Master Káma’s[47] arrow with a cut of my cane.
[Raises his stick and strikes off the mango-blossom.
KING. [Smiling.
That will do. I see very well the god of love is not a match for a Bráhman. And now, my dear friend, where shall I sit down, that I may enchant my sight by gazing on the twining plants, which seem to remind me of the graceful shape of my beloved?
Má[t.]havya
Don’t you remember? you told your personal attendant, Chaturiká, that you would pass the heat of the day in the jasmine-bower; and commanded her to bring the likeness of your queen [S’]akoontalá, sketched with your own hand.
King
True. The sight of her picture will refresh my soul. Lead the way to the arbour.
Má[t.]havya
This way, Sire.
[Both move on, followed by SÁNUMATÍ.
Má[t.]havya
Here we are at the jasmine-bower. Look, it has a marble seat, and seems to bid us welcome with its offerings of delicious flowers. You have only to enter and sit down.
[Both enter and seat themselves.
Sánumatí
[Aside.
I will lean against these young jasmines. I can easily, from behind them, glance at my friend’s picture, and will then hasten to inform her of her husband’s ardent affection.
[Stands leaning against the creepers.
King
Oh! my dear friend, how vividly all the circumstances of my union with [S’]akoontalá present themselves to my recollection at this moment! But tell me now how it was that, between the time of my leaving her in the hermitage and my subsequent rejection of her, you never breathed her name to me? True, you were not by my side when I disowned her; but I had confided to you the story of my love, and you were acquainted with every particular. Did it pass out of your mind as it did out of mine?
Má[t.]havya
No, no; trust me for that. But, if you remember, when you had finished telling me about it, you added that I was not to take the story in earnest, for that you were not really in love with a country girl, but were only jesting; and I was dull and thick-headed enough to believe you. But so fate decreed, and there is no help for it.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Exactly.
KING. [After deep thought.
My dear friend, suggest some relief for my misery.
Má[t.]havya
Come, come, cheer up; why do you give way? Such weakness is unworthy of you. Great men never surrender themselves to uncontrolled grief. Do not mountains remain unshaken even in a gale of wind?
King
How can I be otherwise than inconsolable, when I call to mind the agonized demeanour of the dear one on the occasion of my disowning her?
When cruelly I spurned her from my presence,
She fain had left me; but the young recluse,
Stern as the Sage, and with authority
As from his saintly master, in a voice
That brooked not contradiction, bade her stay.
Then through her pleading eyes, bedimmed with tears,
She cast on me one long reproachful look,
Which like a poisoned shaft torments me still.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Alas! such is the force of self-reproach following a rash action. But his anguish only rejoices me.
Má[t.]havya
An idea has just struck me. I should not wonder if some celestial being had carried her off to heaven.
King
Very likely. Who else would have dared to lay a finger on a wife, the idol of her husband? It is said that Menaká, the nymph of heaven, gave her birth. The suspicion has certainly crossed my mind that some of her celestial companions may have taken her to their own abode.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
His present recollection of every circumstance of her history does not surprise me so much as his former forgetfulness.
Má[t.]havya
If that’s the case, you will be certain to meet her before long.
King
Why?
Má[t.]havya
No father and mother can endure to see a daughter suffering the pain of separation from her husband.
KING. Oh! my dear Má[T.]Havya,
Was it a dream? or did some magic dire,
Dulling my senses with a strange delusion,
O’ercome my spirit? or did destiny,
Jealous of my good actions, mar their fruit,
And rob me of their guerdon? It is past,
Whate’er the spell that bound me. Once again
Am I awake, but only to behold
The precipice o’er which my hopes have fallen.
Má[t.]havya
Do not despair in this manner. Is not this very ring a proof that what has been lost may be unexpectedly found?
KING. [Gazing at the ring.
Ah! this ring, too, has fallen from a station not easily regained, and I offer it my sympathy. O gem,
The punishment we suffer is deserved,
And equal is the merit of our works,
When such our common doom. Thou didst enjoy
The thrilling contact of those slender fingers,
Bright as the dawn; and now how changed thy lot!
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Had it found its way to the hand of any other person, then indeed its fate would have been deplorable.
Má[t.]havya
Pray, how did the ring ever come upon her hand at all?
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
I myself am curious to know.
King
You shall hear. When I was leaving my beloved [S’]akoontalá that I might return to my own capital, she said to me, with tears in her eyes: ‘How long will it be ere my lord send for me to his palace and make me his queen?’
Má[t.]havya
Well, what was your reply?
King
Then I placed the ring on her finger, and thus addressed her:—
Repeat each day one letter of the name Engraven on this gem; ere thou hast reckoned The tale of syllables, my minister Shall come to lead thee to thy husband’s palace.
But, hard-hearted man that I was, I forgot to fulfil my promise, owing to the infatuation that took possession of me.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
A pleasant arrangement! Fate, however, ordained that the appointment should not be kept.
Má[t.]havya
But how did the ring contrive to pass into the stomach of that carp which the fisherman caught and was cutting up?
KING.
It must have slipped from my [S’]akoontalá’s hand, and fallen into the stream of the Ganges, while she was offering homage to the water of [S’]achí’s holy pool.
Má[t.]havya
Very likely.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Hence it happened, I suppose, that the King, always fearful of committing the least injustice, came to doubt his marriage with my poor [S’]akoontalá. But why should affection so strong as his stand in need of any token of recognition?
King
Let me now address a few words of reproof to this ring.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA. [Aside.
He is going stark mad, I verily believe.
King
Hear me, then dull and undiscerning bauble!
For so it argues thee, that thou could’st leave
The slender fingers of her hand, to sink
Beneath the waters. Yet what marvel is it
That thou should’st lack discernment? let me rather
Heap curses on myself, who, though endowed
With reason, yet rejected her I loved.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA. [Aside.
And so, I suppose, I must stand here to be devoured by hunger, whilst he goes on in this sentimental strain.
King
O forsaken one, unjustly banished from my presence, take pity on thy slave, whose heart is consumed by the fire of remorse, and return to my sight.
Enter CHATURIKÁ hurriedly, with a picture in her hand.
Chaturiká
Here is the Queen’s portrait.
[Shows the picture.
Má[t.]havya
Excellent, my dear friend, excellent! The imitation of nature is perfect, and the attitude of the figures is really charming. They stand out in such bold relief that the eye is quite deceived.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
A most artistic performance! I admire the King’s skill, and could almost believe that [S’]akoontalá herself was before me.
King
I own ’tis not amiss, though it portrays
But feebly her angelic loveliness.
Aught less than perfect is depicted falsely,
And fancy must supply the imperfection.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
A very just remark from a modest man, whose affection is exaggerated by the keenness of his remorse.
Má[t.]havya
Tell me:—I see three female figures drawn on the canvas, and all of them beautiful; which of the three is her Majesty [S’]akoontalá?
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
If he cannot distinguish her from the others, the simpleton might as well have no eyes in his head.
King
Which should you imagine to be intended for her?
Má[t.]havya
She who is leaning, apparently a little tired, against the stem of that mango-tree, the tender leaves of which glitter with the water she has poured upon them. Her arms are gracefully extended; her face is somewhat flushed with the heat; and a few flowers have escaped from her hair, which has become unfastened, and hangs in loose tresses about her neck. That must be the queen [S’]akoontalá, and the others, I presume, are her two attendants.
King
I congratulate you on your discernment. Behold the proof of my passion;
My finger, burning with the glow of love93,
Has left its impress on the painted tablet;
While here and there, alas! a scalding tear
Has fallen on the cheek and dimmed its brightness.
Chaturiká, the garden in the background of the picture is only half-painted. Go, fetch the brush that I may finish it.
Chaturiká
Worthy Má[t.]havya, have the kindness to hold the picture until I return.
King
Nay, I will hold it myself.
[Takes the picture.
[Exit CHATURIKÁ.
My loved one came but lately to my presence
And offered me herself, but in my folly
I spurned the gift, and now I fondly cling
To her mere image; even as a madman
Would pass the waters of the gushing stream,
And thirst for airy vapours of the desert[94].
MÁ[T.]HAVYA. [Aside.
He has been fool enough to forego the reality for the semblance, the substance for the shadow.
[Aloud.]
Tell us, I pray, what else remains to be painted.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
He longs, no doubt, to delineate some favourite spot where my [S’]akoontalá delighted to ramble.
King
You shall hear:—
I wish to see the Máliní portrayed,
Its tranquil course by banks of sand impeded;
Upon the brink a pair of swans; beyond,
The hills adjacent to Himálaya95,
Studded with deer; and, near the spreading shade
Of some large tree, where ’mid the branches hang
The hermits’ vests of bark, a tender doe,
Rubbing its downy forehead on the horn
Of a black antelope, should be depicted.
Má[t.]havya
[Aside.
Pooh! if I were he, I would fill up the vacant spaces with a lot of grizzly-bearded old hermits.
King
My dear Má[T.]Havya, there is still a part of [S’]akoontalá’s dress which I purposed to draw, but find I have omitted.
Má[t.]havya
What is that?
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Something suitable, I suppose, to the simple attire of a young and beautiful girl dwelling in a forest.
King
A sweet [S’]irísha blossom should be twined
Behind her ear[7], its perfumed crest depending
Towards her cheek; and, resting on her bosom,
A lotus-fibre necklace, soft and bright
As an autumnal moonbeam, should be traced.
Má[t.]havya
Pray, why does the Queen cover her lips with the tips of her fingers, bright as the blossom of a lily, as if she were afraid of something? [Looking more closely.] Oh! I see; a vagabond bee, intent on thieving honey from the flowers, has mistaken her mouth for a rosebud, and is trying to settle upon it.
King
A bee! drive off the impudent insect, will you?
Má[t.]havya
That’s your business. Your royal prerogative gives you power over all offenders.
King
Very true. Listen to me, thou favourite guest of flowering plants; why give thyself the trouble of hovering here?
See where thy partner sits on yonder flower,
And waits for thee ere she will sip its dew.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
A most polite way of warning him off!
Má[t.]havya
You’ll find the obstinate creature is not to be sent about his business so easily as you think.
King
Dost thou presume to disobey? Now hear me:—
An thou but touch the lips of my beloved,
Sweet as the opening blossom, whence I quaffed
In happier days love’s nectar, I will place thee
Within the hollow of yon lotus cup,
And there imprison thee for thy presumption.
Má[t.]havya
He must be bold indeed not to show any fear when you threaten him with such an awful punishment. [Smiling, aside.] He is stark mad, that’s clear; and I believe, by keeping him company, I am beginning to talk almost as wildly. [Aloud.] Look, it is only a painted bee.
King
Painted? impossible!
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Even I did not perceive it; how much less should he!
King
Oh! my dear friend, why were you so ill-natured as to tell me the truth?
While all entranced, I gazed upon her picture,
My loved one seemed to live before my eyes
Till every fibre of my being thrilled
With rapturous emotion. Oh! ’twas cruel
To dissipate the day-dream, and transform
The blissful vision to a lifeless image.
[Sheds tears.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Separated lovers are very difficult to please; but he seems more difficult than usual.
King
Alas! my dear Má[T.]Havya, why am I doomed to be the victim of perpetual disappointment?
Vain is the hope of meeting her in dreams,
For slumber night by night forsakes my couch;
And now that I would fain assuage my grief
By gazing on her portrait here before me,
Tears of despairing love obscure my sight.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
You have made ample amends for the wrong you did [S’]akoontalá in disowning her.
CHATURIKÁ. [Entering.
Victory to the King! I was coming along with the box of colours in my hand—
King
What now?
Chaturiká
When I met the queen Vasumatí, attended by Taraliká. She insisted on taking it from me, and declared she would herself deliver it into your Majesty’s hands.
Má[t.]havya
By what luck did you contrive to escape her?
Chaturiká
While her maid was disengaging her mantle, which had caught in the branch, of a shrub, I ran away.
King
Here, my good friend, take the picture and conceal it. My attentions to the Queen have made her presumptuous. She will be here in a minute.
Má[t.]havya
Conceal the picture! conceal myself, you mean.
[Getting up and taking the picture.]
The Queen has a bitter draught in store for you, which you will have to swallow, as [S’]iva did the poison at the Deluge96. When you are well quit of her, you may send and call me from the Palace of Clouds97, where I shall take refuge.
[Exit, running.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Although the King’s affections are transferred to another object, yet he respects his previous attachments. I fear his love must be somewhat fickle.
VETRAVATÍ. [Entering with a despatch in her hand.
Victory to the King!
King
Vetravatí, did you observe the queen Vasumatí coming in this direction?
Vetravatí
I did; but when she saw that I had a despatch in my hand for your Majesty, she turned back.
King
The Queen has too much regard for propriety to interrupt me when I am engaged with State-affairs.
Vetravatí
So please your Majesty, your prime minister begs respectfully to inform you that he has devoted much time to the settlement of financial calculations, and only one case of importance has been submitted by the citizens for his consideration. He has made a written report of the facts, and requests your Majesty to cast your eyes over it.
King
Hand me the paper.
[VETRAVATÍ delivers it.
[Reading.
What have we here? ‘A merchant named Dhanamitra, trading by sea, was lost in a late shipwreck. Though a wealthy trader, he was childless; and the whole of his immense property becomes by law forfeited to the king.’ So writes the minister. Alas! alas! for his childlessness! But surely, if he was wealthy, he must have had many wives. Let an inquiry be made whether any one of them is expecting to give birth to a child.
Vetravatí
They say that his wife, the daughter of the foreman of a guild belonging to Ayodhyá [98], has just completed the ceremonies usual upon such expectations.
King
The unborn child has a title to its father’s property. Such is my decree. Go, bid my minister proclaim it so.
Vetravatí
I will, my liege.
[Going.
King
Stay a moment.
Vetravatí
I am at your Majesty’s service.
King
Let there be no question whether he may or may not have left offspring; Rather be it proclaimed that whosoe’er Of King Dushyanta’s subjects be bereaved
Of any loved relation, an it be not
That his estates are forfeited for crimes,
Dushyanta will himself to them supply
That kinsman’s place in tenderest affection.
Vetravatí
It shall be so proclaimed.
[Exit VETRAVATÍ, and re-enters after an interval.
Vetravatí
Your Majesty’s proclamation was received with acclamations of joy, like grateful rain at the right season.
KING. [Drawing a deep sigh.
So, then, the property of rich men, who have no lineal descendants, passes over to a stranger at their decease. And such, alas! must be the fate of the fortunes of the race of Puru at my death; even as when fertile soil is sown with seed at the wrong season.
Vetravatí
Heaven forbid!
King
Fool that I was to reject such happiness when it offered itself for my acceptance!
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
He may well blame his own folly when he calls to mind his treatment of my beloved [S’]akoontalá.
King
Ah! woe is me! when I forsook my wife—
My lawful wife—concealed within her breast
There lay my second self, a child unborn,
Hope of my race, e’en as the choicest fruit
Lies hidden in the bosom of the earth.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
There is no fear of your race being cut off for want of a son.
CHATURIKÁ. [Aside to VETRAVATÍ.
The affair of the merchant’s death has quite upset our royal master, and caused him sad distress. Would it not be better to fetch the worthy Má[t.]havya from the Palace of Clouds to comfort him?
Vetravatí
A very good idea.
[Exit.
King
Alas! the shades of my forefathers are even now beginning to be alarmed, lest at my death they may be deprived of their funeral libations.
No son remains in King Dushyanta’s place
To offer sacred homage to the dead
Of Puru’s noble line; my ancestors
Must drink these glistening tears, the last libation99
A childless man can ever hope to make them.
[Falls down in an agony of grief.
CHATURIKÁ. [Looking at him in consternation.
Great King, compose yourself.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Alas! alas! though a bright light is shining near him, he is involved in the blackest darkness, by reason of the veil that obscures his sight. I will now reveal all, and put an end to his misery. But no; I heard the mother of the great Indra100, when she was consoling [S’]akoontalá, say that the gods will soon bring about a joyful union between husband and wife, being eager for the sacrifice which will be celebrated in their honour on the occasion. I must not anticipate the happy moment, but will return at once to my dear friend and cheer her with an account of what I have seen and heard. [Rises aloft and disappears.
A Voice Behind the Scenes
Help! help! to the rescue!
King
[Recovering himself. Listening.
Ha! I heard a cry of distress, and in Má[t.]havya’s voice too. What ho there!
VETRAVATÍ. [Entering.
Your friend is in danger; save him, great King.
King
Who dares insult the worthy Má[t.]havya?
Vetravatí
Some evil demon, invisible to human eyes, has seized him, and carried him to one of the turrets of the Palace of Clouds.
KING. [Rising.
Impossible! Have evil spirits power over my subjects,
even in nay private apartments? Well, well;—
Daily I seem, less able to avert
Misfortune from myself, and o’er my actions
Less competent to exercise control;
How can I then direct my subjects’ ways,
Or shelter them from tyranny and wrong?
A Voice Behind the Scenes
Halloo there! my dear friend; help! help!
KING. [Advancing with rapid strides.
Fear nothing—
The Same Voice Behind the Scenes
Fear nothing, indeed! How can I help fearing when some monster is twisting back my neck, and is about to snap it as he would a sugar-cane?
KING. [Looking round.
What ho there! my bow!
SLAVE. [Entering with a bow.
Behold your bow, Sire, and your arm-guard.
[The KING snatches up the bow and arrows.
Another Voice Behind the Scenes
Here, thirsting for thy life-blood, will I slay thee,
As a fierce tiger rends his struggling prey.
Call now thy friend Dushyanta to thy aid;
His bow is mighty to defend the weak;
Yet all its vaunted power shall be as nought.
KING. [With fury.
What! dares he defy me to my face? Hold there, monster! Prepare to die, for your time is come.
[Stringing his bow.]
Vetravatí, lead the way to the terrace.
Vetravatí
This way, Sire.
[They advance in haste.
KING. [Looking on every side.
How’s this? there is nothing to be seen.
A Voice Behind the Scenes
Help! Save me! I can see you, though you cannot see me. I am like a mouse in the claws of a cat; my life is not worth a minute’s purchase.
King
Avaunt, monster! You may pride yourself on the magic that renders you invisible, but my arrow shall find you out. Thus do I fix a shaft That shall discern between an impious demon, And a good Bráhman; bearing death to thee, To him deliverance—even as the swan Distinguishes the milk from worthless water101.
[Takes aim.
Enter MÁTALI102 holding MÁ[T.]HAVYA, whom he releases.
Mátali
Turn thou thy deadly arrows on the demons;
Such is the will of Indra; let thy bow
Be drawn against the enemies of the gods;
But on thy friends cast only looks of favour.
KING. [Putting back his arrow.
What, Mátali! Welcome, most noble charioteer of the mighty Indra.
Má[t.]havya
So, here is a monster who thought as little about slaughtering me as if I had been a bullock for sacrifice, and you must e’en greet him with a welcome.
MÁTALI. [Smiling.
Great Prince, hear on what errand Indra sent me into your presence.
King
I am all attention.
Mátali
There is a race of giants, the descendants of Kálanemi103, whom the gods find it difficult to subdue.
King
So I have already heard from Nárada104.
Mátali
Heaven’s mighty lord, who deigns to call thee ‘friend,’
Appoints thee to the post of highest honour,
As leader of his armies; and commits
The subjugation of this giant brood
To thy resistless arms, e’en as the sun
Leaves the pale moon to dissipate the darkness.
Let your Majesty, therefore, ascend at once the celestial car of Indra; and, grasping your arms, advance to victory.
King
The mighty Indra honours me too highly by such a mark of distinction. But tell me, what made you act thus towards my poor friend Má[T.]Havya?
Mátali
I will tell you. Perceiving that your Majesty’s spirit was completely broken by some distress of mind under which you were labouring, I determined to rouse your energies by moving you to anger. Because To light a flame, we need but stir the embers; The cobra, when incensed, extends his head And springs upon his foe; the bravest men Display their courage only when provoked.
KING. [Aside to MÁ[T.]HAVYA.
My dear Má[T.]Havya, the commands of the great Indra must not be left unfulfilled. Go you and acquaint my minister, Pi[S’]una, with what has happened, and say to him from me:—
Dushyanta to thy care confides his realm—
Protect with all the vigour of thy mind
The interests of his people; while his bow
Is braced against the enemies of heaven.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA.
I obey. [Exit.
Mátali
Ascend, illustrious Prince.
[The KING ascends the car.
[Exeunt.