mber Charudatta.

_Vasantasena._ Why should I not remember him who dwells in my
heart?

_Sansthanaka._ Thish very minute I 'm going to shtrangle "him who dwells
in your heart," and you too. Shtand shtill, you poor-merchant-man's
lover!

_Vasantasena._ Oh speak, oh speak again these words that do me honor!

_Sansthanaka._ Jusht let poor Charudatta--the shon of a shlave--reshcue
you now!

_Vasantasena._ He would rescue me, if he saw me.

_Sansthanaka._

Is he the king of gods? the royal ape?
Shon of a nymph? or wears a demon's shape?
The kingly deity of wind and rain?
The offshpring of the Pandu-princes' bane?
A prophet? or a vulture known afar?
A shtatesman? or a beetle? or a shtar? 34

P. 212.11]

But even if he was, he could n't reshcue you.

As Sita in the Bharata
Was killed by good old Chanakya,
Sho I intend to throttle thee,
As did Jatayu Draupadi. 35

[_He raises his arm to strike her._]

_Vasantasena._ Mother! where are you? Oh, Charudatta! my heart's
longing is unfulfilled, and now I die! I will scream for help. No!
It would bring shame on Vasantasena, should she scream for help.
Heaven bless Charudatta!

_Sansthanaka._ Does the wench shpeak that rashcal's name even
yet? [_He seizes her by the throat._] Remember him, wench, remember
him!

_Vasantasena._ Heaven bless Charudatta!

_Sansthanaka._ Die, wench! [_He strangles her. Vasantasena loses
consciousness, and falls motionless._]

_Sansthanaka._ [_Gleefully._]

Thish bashketful of shin, thish wench,
Thish foul abode of impudence--
She came to love, she shtayed to blench,
For Death's embrace took every sense.
But why boasht I of valorous arms and shtout?
She shimply died because her breath gave out.
Like Sita in the Bharata, she lies.
Ah, mother mine! how prettily she dies. 36

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She would not love me, though I loved the wench;
I shaw the empty garden, set the shnare,
And frightened her, and made the poor girl blench.
My brother! Oh, my father! Thish is where
You misshed the shight of heroism shtout;
Your brother and your shon here blosshomed out
Into a man; like Mother Draupadi,
You were not there, my bravery to shee. 37

Good! The old jackal will be here in a minute. I 'll shtep ashide
and wait. [_He does s