Karna
I am more truly the son of a charioteer, and do not covet the glory of greater parentage.
Kunti
Be that as it may, come and win back the kingdom, which is yours by right!
Karna
Must you, who once refused me a mother’s love, tempt me with a kingdom? The quick bond of kindred which you severed at its root is dead, and can never grow again. Shame were mine should I hasten to call the mother of kings mother, and abandon my mother in the charioteer’s house!