ts the sorrow, even unto death, of
her whose beloved does not return before the rainy season.]

[Footnote 67: The elephant of Indra. Indra is the god of the
thunderstorm.]

ACT THE SIXTH

THE SWAPPING OF THE BULLOCK-CARTS

[_Enter a maid._]

_Maid._

Isn't my mistress awake yet? Well, I must go in and wake
her. [_She walks about. Vasantasena appears, dressed, but still
asleep. The maid discovers her._] It is time to get up, mistress. The
morning is here.

_Vasantasena._ [_Awakening._] What! is the night over? is it morning?

_Maid._ For us it is morning. But for my mistress it appears to be
night still.

_Vasantasena._ But girl, where is your gambler?

_Maid._ Mistress, after giving Vardhamanaka his orders, Charudatta
went to the old garden Pushpakaranda.

_Vasantasena._ What orders?

_Maid._ To have the bullock-cart ready before daylight; for, he
said, Vasantasena was to come--

_Vasantasena._ Where, girl?

_Maid._ Where Charudatta is.

_Vasantasena._ [_Embraces the maid._] I did not have a good look at
him in the evening. But to-day I shall see him face to face. Tell
me, girl. Have I found my way into the inner court?

_Maid._ You have found your way not only into the inner court,
but into the heart of every one who lives here.

_Vasantasena._ Tell me, are Charudatta's servants vexed?

_Maid._ They will be.

_Vasantasena._ When?

_Maid._ When my mistress goes away.

_Vasantasena._ But not so much as I shall be. [_Persuasively._] Here,
girl, take this pearl necklace. You must go and give it to my lady
sister, his good wife. And give her this message: "Worthy Charudatta's
virtues have won me, made me his slave, and therefore your
slave also. And so I hope that these pearls may adorn your neck."

[94.3. S.

_Maid._ But mistress, Charudatta will be angry with you.

_Vasantasena._ Go. He will not be angry.

_Maid._ [_Takes the necklace._] Yes, mistress. [_She goes out, then
returns._] Mistress, his lady wife says that her lord made you a present
of it, and it would not be right for her to accept it. And further, that
you are to know that her lord and husband is her most excellent
adornment.

[_Enter Radanika, with Charudatta's little son._]

_Radanika._ Come, dear, let's play with your little cart.

_Rohasena._ [_Peevishly._] I don't like this little clay cart, Radanika.
Give me my gold cart.

_Radanika._ [_Sighing wearily._] How should we have anything to do
with gold now,