lations.

_K._ You do not talk to me, but I will talk to you, and I will tell
you that in all your religious exercises you think of yourself, while
Siddhattha thinks of others. I wish you would go into homelessness.
Nobody would miss you here.

_Addressing himself to_ SIDDHATTHA.

But, good my Lord, you must not go into homelessness, because you will
do more harm than good.

_B._ How can that be, my good Kala Udayin?

_K._ There comes your noble wife, Yasodhara.

YASODHARA _comes, her maids with umbrellas keep at a
respectful distance_.

_Y._ Come see our boy, he is a lovely child;
He just woke up. He maketh you forget,
The sad thoughts of your heart on world and life,
For he, the darling babe, is life himself.

KALA _flirts with_ GOPA, _one of_ YASODHARA'S _maids_.

_B._ I'll follow thee at once.

_Y._ [_Addressing Devadatta_]
And brother, will you come along?

_Dd._ Not I.
This child is but the beginning of new misery. It continues the old
error in the eternal round on the wheel of life.

_She goes into the house._ DEVADATTA _withdraws into the
garden_.

_B._ Now Kala speak.

_K._ O Prince Siddhattha, do not go into homelessness, do not leave
us. I cannot live without you. You are my comfort, my teacher, my
guide. I do not follow your instructions, but I love to hear them. Oh
I could not live without you. Do not go, sweet Prince. Think of your
wife, your dear good lovely wife, it will break her heart. Think of
your child. Do not go, noble Prince. Let somebody else become the
saviour of the world. Somebody else can just as well become the
deliverer and the Buddha. I am sure there are many who would like to
fill that place, and somebody can do it who has a less comfortable
home to leave, who has a less lovely wife, who is not heir to a
kingdom, and who has not such a sweet promising little boy as you
have. I cannot live without you.

_B._ Wouldst thou go with me?

_K._ [_kneels_] Yes my Lord, I would.
Take me along and I will cheer you up.

_B._ Wouldst thou go begging food from house to house?
With bowl in hand, a homeless mendicant?

_K._ No sir, that would not suit me.

_B._ Wouldst thou by night sleep under forest trees?

_K._ No sir, I would catch cold. That's not for me. [_Rises_] If you
needs must go, sir, you had better go alone. That life is not for me.
I will go and hear the nightingale.