k into
the cart. Will you look into the cart, shir?
_Courtier._ I see no harm in that. Yes, I will do it.
P. 198.12]
_Sansthanaka._ Are those things jackals that I shee flying into the
air, and are those things crows that walk on all fours? While the
witch is chewing him with her eyes, and looking at him with her
teeth, I 'll make my eshcape.
_Courtier._ [_Perceives Vasantasena. Sadly to himself._] Is it possible?
The gazelle follows the tiger. Alas!
Her mate is lovely as the autumn moon,
Who waits for her upon the sandy dune;
And yet the swan will leave him? and will go
To dance attendance on a common crow? 16
[_Aside to Vasantasena._] Ah, Vasantasena! This is neither right,
nor worthy of you.
Your pride rejected him before,
Yet now for gold, and for your mother's will
_Vasantasena._ No! [_She shakes her head._]
_Courtier._ Your nature knows your pride no more;
You honor him, a common woman still. 17
Did I not tell[79] you to "serve the man you love, and him you
hate"?
_Vasantasena._ I made a mistake in the cart, and thus I came
hither. I throw myself upon your protection.
_Courtier._ Do not fear. Come, I must deceive him. [_He returns to
Sansthanaka._] Jackass, there is indeed a witch who makes her
home in the cart.
_Sansthanaka._ But shir, if a witch is living there, why are n't you
robbed? And if it 's a thief, why are n't you eaten alive?
_Courtier._ Why try to determine that? But if we should go back
on foot through the gardens until we came to the city, to Ujjayini,
what harm would that do?
_Sansthanaka._ And if we did, what then?
[121.7. S.
_Courtier._ Then we should have some exercise, and should avoid
tiring the bullocks.
_Sansthanaka._ All right. Sthavaraka, my shlave, drive on. But no!
Shtop, shtop! I go on foot before gods and Brahmans? Not much!
I 'll go in my cart, sho that people shall shee me a long way off,
and shay "There he goes, our mashter, the king's brother-in-law."
_Courtier._ [_Aside._] It is hard to convert poison into medicine. So
be it, then. [_Aloud._] Jackass, this is Vasantasena, come to visit
you.
_Vasantasena._ Heaven forbid!
_Sansthanaka._ [_Gleefully._] Oh, oh! To visit me, an arishtocrat, a
man, a regular Vasudeva?
_Courtier._ Yes.
_Sansthanaka._ This is an unheard-of piece of luck. That other time
I made her angry, sho now I 'll fall at her feet and
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