_Courtier._ He praises you.

_Sansthanaka._ Praise me shome more! Praise me again! [_The monk
does so, then exit._]

_Courtier._ See how beautiful the garden is, you jackass.

See yonder trees, adorned with fruit and flowers,
O'er which the clinging creepers interlace;
The watchmen guard them with the royal powers;
They seem like men whom loving wives embrace. 7

_Sansthanaka._ A good deshcription, shir.

The ground is mottled with a lot of flowers;
The blosshom freight bends down the lofty trees;
And, hanging from the leafy tree-top bowers,
The monkeys bob, like breadfruit in the breeze. 8

_Courtier._ Will you be seated on this stone bench, you jackass?

_Sansthanaka._ I am sheated. [_They seat themselves._] Do you know,
shir, I remember that Vasantasena even yet. She is like an inshult.
I can't get her out of my mind.

_Courtier._ [_Aside._] He remembers her even after such a repulse.
For indeed,

The mean man, whom a woman spurns,
But loves the more;
The wise man's passion gentler burns,
Or passes o'er. 9

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_Sansthanaka._ Shome time has passhed, shir, shince I told my shervant
Sthavaraka to take the bullock-cart and come as quick as
he could. And even yet he is not here. I 've been hungry a long
time, and at noon a man can't go a-foot. For shee!

The shun is in the middle of the shky,
And hard to look at as an angry ape;
Like Gandhari, whose hundred shons did die,
The earth is hard dishtresshed and can't eshcape. 10

_Courtier._ True.

The cattle all--their cuds let fall--
Lie drowsing in the shade;
In heated pool their lips to cool,
Deer throng the woodland glade;
A prey to heat, the city street
Makes wanderers afraid;
The cart must shun the midday sun,
And thus has been delayed. 11

_Sansthanaka._ Yesshir,

Fasht to my head the heated shun-beam clings;
Birds, flying creatures, alsho winged things
Resht in the branches of the trees, while men,
People, and pershons shigh and shigh again;
At home they tarry, in their houses shtay,
To bear the heat and burden of the day. 12

Well, shir, that shervant is n't here yet. I 'm going to shing shomething
to passh the time. [_He sings._] There, shir, did you hear
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