its and their rules of life I follow,
And not the regulations of a court.

_The people rise to their feet again; KALA joins GOPA._

_S._ Tell me, what are the rules of former Buddhas?

_B._ They greet you with a stanza in return
For any food or hospitality.

_S._ I shall be glad to hear what you will say.

_B._ Awake from sleep, dispel the dream;
Before the truth's bright ray
Things truly are not what they seem
But truth points out the way.
Truth, truth alone will bring you bliss,
In the next life and e'en in this.

_RAHULA brings a rose to BUDDHA._

_R._ Here, father, is a rose I saved for you
On the big bush where nests the nightingale.

_B._ And this is Rahula! How you have grown!
Where is your mother?

_S._ Yasodhara was here,
But would not stay. On hearing that you came
She left the room and said that if at all
You cared for her, you would not fail to ask.

_B._ But I want to see her, lead me to the place.

_BUDDHA hands his bowl to the King, PAJAPATI rises and leads
the way. At a distance a flourish of trumpets._

_D._ What military signals do I hear?

_S._ Go, Captain Devala, see what it means.

_DEVALA exit. SUDDHODANA hands the bowl to one of the
disciples._

_B._ Ye two disciples shall attend the meeting.
Above all passion has the Buddha risen,
But he will comfort her who loves him dearly.
The Princess' heart is filled with deepest grief,
And in no wise shall any one rebuke her
In whatsoever way she greeteth him.

_PAJAPATI opens the curtain leading to the apartment where
YASODHARA sits. BUDDHA, PAJAPATI and SUDDHODANA enter.
YASODHARA sinks down before him and holds his feet, weeping.
The flourish of trumpets is repeated._

_S._ [_Grows restless, turns to PAJAPATI_] These warlike trumpets
have a foreign sound
And may forbode the enemy's attack.

_He leaves the apartment where YASODHARA is and re-enters the
hall, going toward the entrance in the background between the
columns._

_B._ Yasodhara, I bring thee happy tidings,
Deliverance is found, let go thy grief.

_YASODHARA looking up to BUDDHA with deep emotion._

_Y._ Oh Lord, how did I long for your return,
But in your eyes I have become as naught.

_B._ My faithful helpmate and my former wife,
Thou hast been dear to me, dear art thou still,
But truth is dearer, and to truth I cling,
While on