nk is fallen; the waves appear
Befouled, that once were bright and clear. 24

P. 244.8]

Viraka, we will investigate your case here later. Mount the horse
that stands before the court-room door, go to the garden Pushpakaranda,
and see whether a woman has perished there or not.

_Viraka._ Yes, sir. [_He goes out, then returns._] I have been there.
And I saw the body of a woman, torn by wild beasts.

_Gild-warden and Clerk._ How do you know that it was the body
of a woman?

_Viraka._ That I perceived from the traces of hair and arms and
hands and feet.

_Judge._ Alas for the difficulties which are caused by the actions
of men!

The more one may apply his skill,
The harder is the matter still;
Plain are indeed the law's demands,
Yet judgment insecurely stands
As some poor cow on shifting sands. 25

_Charudatta._ [_Aside._]

As bees, when flowers begin to blow,
Gather to sip the honey, so
When man is marked by adverse fate,
Misfortunes enter every gate. 26

_Judge._ Noble Charudatta, speak truth!

_Charudatta._

A mean and jealous creature, passion-blind,
Sets all his soul, some fatal means to find
To slay the man he envies; shall his lies
By evil nature prompted, win the prize?
No! he is unregarded by the wise. 27

And more than this:

The creeper's beauty would I never blight,
Nor pluck its flowers; should I not be afraid
To seize her hair so lovely-long, and bright
As wings of bees, and slay a weeping maid? 28

[149.15. S.

_Sansthanaka._ Hello, magishtrates! How can you inveshtigate the
cashe with such partiality? Why, even now you let thish shcoundrel
Charudatta shtay on his sheat.

_Judge._ My good beadle, so be it [_The beadle follows Sansthanaka's
suggestion._]

_Charudatta._ Consider, magistrates, consider what you are doing!
[_He leaves his seat, and sits on the floor._]

_Sansthanaka._ [_Dancing about gleefully. Aside._] Fine! The shin
that I did falls on another man's head. Sho I 'll sit where Charudatta
was. [_He does so._] Look at me, Charudatta, and confessh
that you murdered her.

_Charudatta._ Magistrates!

A mean and jealous creature, passion-blind,
Sets all his soul, some fatal means to find
To slay the man he envies; shall his lies,
By evil nature prompted, wi