s while we cherish;
These share with us such holiness
As ne'er can perish.
_Voices behind the scenes_. Ah, we have found him.
_King_ (_Listening_). The voices are grave and tranquil. These must be
hermits. (_Enter the door-keeper_.)
_Door-keeper_. Victory, O King. There are two hermit-youths at the
gate.
_King_. Bid them enter at once.
_Door-keeper_. Yes, your Majesty. (_He goes out, then returns with the
youths_.) Follow me.
_First youth_ (_looking at the king_). A majestic presence, yet it
inspires confidence. Nor is this wonderful in a king who is half a
saint. For to him
The splendid palace serves as hermitage;
His royal government, courageous, sage,
Adds daily to his merit; it is given
To him to win applause from choirs of heaven
Whose anthems to his glory rise and swell,
Proclaiming him a king, and saint as well.
_Second youth_. My friend, is this Dushyanta, friend of Indra?
_First youth_. It is.
_Second youth_.
Nor is it wonderful that one whose arm
Might bolt a city gate, should keep from harm
The whole broad earth dark-belted by the sea;
For when the gods in heaven with demons fight,
Dushyanta's bow and Indra's weapon bright
Are their reliance for the victory.
_The two youths_ (_approaching_). Victory, O King!
_King_ (_rising_). I salute you.
_The two youths_. All hail! (_They offer fruit_.)
_King_ (_receiving it and bowing low_). May I know the reason of your
coming?
_The two youths_. The hermits have learned that you are here, and they
request----
_King_. They command rather.
_The two youths_. The powers of evil disturb our pious life in the
absence of the hermit-father. We therefore ask that you will remain a
few nights with your charioteer to protect the hermitage.
_King_. I shall be most happy to do so.
_Clown_ (_to the king_). You rather seem to like being collared this
way.
_King_. Raivataka, tell my charioteer to drive up, and to bring the
bow and arrows.
_Raivataka_. Yes, your Majesty. (_Exit_)
_The two youths_.
Thou art a worthy scion of
The kings who ruled our nation
And found, defending those in need,
Their truest consecration.
_King_. Pray go before. And I will follow straightway.
_The two youths_. Victory, O King! (_Exeunt_.)
_King_. Madhavya, have you no curiosity to see Shakuntala?
_Clown_. I _did_ have an unending curiosity, but this talk about the
powers of evil has put an end to
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