ors. (_To herself_.) He does not
heed me. The proper medicine is needed for any disease. _King_
(_betraying his sorrow_). Surely,
The royal line that flowed
A river pure and grand,
Dies in the childless king,
Like streams in desert sand.
(_He swoons_.)
_Maid_ (_in distress_). Oh, sir, come to yourself.
_Mishrakeski_. Shall I make him happy now? No, I heard the mother of
the gods consoling Shakuntala. She said that the gods, impatient for
the sacrifice, would soon cause him to welcome his true wife. I must
delay no longer. I will comfort dear Shakuntala with my tidings.
(_Exit through the air_.)
_A voice behind the scenes_. Help, help!
_King_ (_comes to himself and listens_). It sounds as if Madhavya were
in distress.
_Maid_. Your Majesty, I hope that Pingalika and the other maids did
not catch poor Madhavya with the picture in his hands.
_King_. Go, Chaturika. Reprove the queen in my name for not
controlling her servants.
_Maid_. Yes, your Majesty. (_Exit_.)
_The voice_. Help, help!
_King_. The Brahman's voice seems really changed by fear. Who waits
without? (_Enter the chamberlain_.)
_Chamberlain_. Your Majesty commands?
_King_. See why poor Madhavya is screaming so.
_Chamberlain_. I will see. (_He goes out, and returns trembling_.)
_King_. Parvatayana, I hope it is nothing very dreadful.
_Chamberlain_. I hope not.
_King_. Then why do you tremble so? For
Why should the trembling, born
Of age, increasing, seize
Your limbs and bid them shake
Like fig-leaves in the breeze?
_Chamberlain_. Save your friend, O King!
_King_. From what?
_Chamberlain_. From great danger.
_King_. Speak plainly, man.
_Chamberlain_. On the Cloud Balcony, open to the four winds of
heaven--
_King_. What has happened there?
_Chamberlain_.
While he was resting on its height,
Which palace peacocks in their flight
Can hardly reach, he seemed to be
Snatched up--by what, we could not see.
_King_ (_rising quickly_). My very palace is invaded by evil
creatures. To be a king, is to be a disappointed man.
The moral stumblings of mine own,
The daily slips, are scarcely known;
Who then that rules a kingdom, can
Guide every deed of every man?
_The voice_. Hurry, hurry!
_King_ (_hears the voice and quickens his steps_). Have no fear, my
friend.
_The voice_. Have no fear! When something has got me by the back of
the neck, and is trying to break my bo
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