ys the market's current rate:
Then serve the man you love, and him you hate. 31

And again:

The wisest Brahman and the meanest fool
Bathe in the selfsame pool;
Beneath the peacock, flowering plants bend low,
No less beneath the crow;
The Brahman, warrior, merchant, sail along
With all the vulgar throng.
You are the pool, the flowering plant, the boat;
And on your beauty every man may dote. 32

[13.22 S.

_Vasantasena._ Yet true love would be won by virtue, not violence.

_Sansthanaka._ But, mashter, ever since the shlave-wench went into
the park where Kama's[35] temple shtands, she has been in love with
a poor man, with Charudatta, and she doesn't love me any more.
His house is to the left. Look out and don't let her shlip out of our
hands.

_Courtier._ [_Aside._] Poor fool, he has said the very thing he should
have concealed. So Vasantasena is in love with Charudatta? The
proverb is right. Pearl suits with pearl. Well, I have had enough
of this fool. [_Aloud._] Did you say the good merchant's house was
to the left, you jackass?

_Sansthanaka._ Yes. His house is to the left.

_Vasantasena._ [_Aside._] Oh, wonderful! If his house is really at my
left hand, then the scoundrel has helped me in the very act of hurting
me, for he has guided me to my love.

_Sansthanaka._ But mashter, it's pitch dark and it's like hunting
for a grain of soot in a pile of shpotted beans. Now you shee Vasantasena
and now you don't.

_Courtier._ Pitch dark it is indeed.

The sudden darkness seems to steal
The keenness of my sight;
My open eyes, as with a seal,
Are closed by blackest night. 33

And again:

Darkness anoints my body, and the sky
Drops ointment of thick darkness, till mine eye
Is all unprofitable grown to me,
Like service done to them who cheat and lie. 34

_Sansthanaka._ Mashter, I'm looking for Vasantasena.

_Courtier._ Is there anything you can trace her by, jackass?

_Sansthanaka._ Like what, for inshtance?

P. 28.3]

_Courtier._ Like the tinkling of her jewels, for instance, or the fragrance
of her garlands.

_Sansthanaka._ I hear the shmell of her garlands, but my nose is
shtuffed so full of darkness that I don't shee the shound of her
jewels very clearly.

_Courtier._ [_To Vasantasena. Aside._] Vasantasena,

'T is true, the night is dark,