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Your father is being led to his death. _Rohasena._ My father! oh, my father! _Maitreya._ Oh, my friend! Where must I behold you now? _Charudatta._ [_Perceives his son and his friend._] Alas, my son! Alas, Maitreya! [_Mournfully._] Ah, woe is me! Long, too long, shall I thirst in vain Through all my sojourn dread; This vessel[86] small will not contain The water for the dead. 17 What may I give my son? [_He looks at himself, and perceives the sacrificial cord._] Ah, this at least is mine. The precious cord that Brahmans hold Is unadorned with pearls and gold; Yet, girt therewith, they sacrifice To gods above and fathers[87] old. 18 [_He gives Rohasena the cord._] _Goha._ Come, Charudatta! Come, man! _Ahinta._ Man, do you name the noble Charudatta's name, and forget the title? Remember: In happy hours, in death, by night, by day, Roving as free as a yet unbroken colt, Fate wanders on her unrestricted way. 19 And again: Life will depart his body soon; Shall our reproaches bow his head? Although eclipse may seize the moon, We worship while it seems but dead. 20 _Rohasena._ Oh, headsmen, where are you leading my father? [161.10. S. _Charudatta._ My darling, About my neck I needs must wear The oleander-wreath; Upon my shoulder I must bear The stake, and in my heart the care Of near-approaching death. I go to-day to meet a dastard's ending, A victim, at the fatal altar bending. 21 _Goha._ My boy, Not we the headsmen are, Though born of headsman race; Thy father's life who mar, These, these are headsmen base. 22 _Rohasena._ Then why do you murder my father? _Goha._ Bless you, 't is the king's orders must bear the blame, not we. _Rohasena._ Kill me, and let father go free. _Goha._ Bless you, may you live long for saying that! _Charudatta._ [_Tearfully embracing his son._] This treasure--love--this taste of heaven, To rich and poor alike is given; Than sandal better, or than balm, To soothe the heart and give it calm. 23 About my neck I needs must wear The oleander-wreath, Upon my shoulder I must bear The stake, and in my heart the
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