IND 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_.]
Vetravati, lead the way to the terrace.
VETRAVATI.
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 Brahman; bearing death to thee,
To him deliverance--even as the swan
Distinguishes the milk from worthless water[101].
[_Takes aim_.
_Enter_ MATALI[102] _holding_ MA[T.]HAVYA, _whom he releases_.
MATALI.
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, Matali! Welcome, most noble charioteer of the mighty Indra.
MA[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.
MATALI.
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