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\n\n\n
\n <\/td>\n\n

\n
\nAct
\n II<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nScene. \u2014 Park of the King’s palace in Pratisthana. \u2014 In the background the wings of a great building, near it the gates of the park, near the bounds of the park an arbour and a small artificial hill to the side. <\/i>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

Manavaka enters.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Houp! Houp! I feel like a Brahmin who has had an invitation 
\nto dinner; he thinks dinner, talks dinner, looks dinner, his very
\nsneeze has the music of the dinner-bell in it. I am simply bursting
\nwith the King’s secret. I shall never manage to hold my tongue
\nin that crowd. Solitude’s my only safety. So until my friend gets
\nup from the session of affairs, I will wait for him in this precinct
\nof the House of Terraces.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nNipunika enters.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I am bidden by my lady the King’s daughter of Kashi, “Nipunika,
\nsince my lord came back from doing homage to the Sun, he has
\nhad no heart for anything. So just go and learn from his dear
\nfriend, the noble Manavaka, what is disturbing his mind.” Well
\nand good! but how shall I overreach that rogue,
\n\u2014 a Brahmin he
\ncalls himself, with the murrain to him! But there! thank Heaven,
\nhe can’t keep a secret long; ’tis like a dewdrop on a rare blade
\nof grass. Well, I must hunt him out. O! there stands the noble
\nManavaka, silent and sad like a monkey in a picture. I will accost
\nhim. (approaching<\/i>) Salutation to the noble Manavaka!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Blessing to your ladyship! (aside<\/i>) Ugh, the very sight of this little<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nrogue of a tiring-woman makes the secret jump at my throat. I
\nshall burst! I shall split! Nipunika, why have you left the singing
\nlesson and where are you off to?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

To see my lord the King, by my lady’s orders.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

What are her orders?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Noble sir, this is the Queen’s message. “My lord has always been
\nkind and indulgent to me, so that I have become a stranger to
\ngrief. He never before disregarded my sorrow" \u2014 <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

How? how? has my friend offended her in any way?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Offended? Why, he addressed my lady by the name of a girl for
\nwhom he is pining. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat, he has let out his own secret? Then why am I agonizing
\nhere in vain? (aloud<\/i>) He called her Urvasie? <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Yes. Noble Manavaka, who is that Urvasie?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Urvasie is the name of a certain Apsara. The sight of her has sent
\nthe King mad. He is not only tormenting the life out of my lady,
\nbut out of  me too with his aversion to everything but moaning.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo! I have stormed the citadel of my master’s secret. (aloud<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat am I to say to the Queen?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Nipunika, tell my lady with my humble regards that I am endeavouring my best to divert my friend from this mirage and I
\nwill not see her ladyship till it is done. <\/span> <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

As your honour commands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

She goes.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nBARDS<\/font> (within<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVictory, victory to the King!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Sun in Heaven for ever labours; wide<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis beams dispel the darkness to the verge<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf all this brilliant world. The King too toils,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRescuing from night and misery and crime<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis people. Equal power to these is given<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd labour, the King on earth, the Sun in Heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThe brilliant Sun in Heaven rests not from toil;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly at high noon in the middle cusp<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd azure vault the great wheels slacken speed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA moment, then resume their way; thou too<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the mid-moment of daylight lay down<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy care, put by the burden of a crown.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Here’s my dear friend risen from the session. I will join him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe goes out, then re-enters with Pururavas.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (sighing<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo sooner seen than in my heart she leaped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO easy entrance! since the bannered Love<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith his unerring shaft had made the breach<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere she came burning in.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlas the poor<\/span><\/p>\n

\nKing’s daughter of Kashi!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (looking steadfastly at him<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHast thou kept thy trust, \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy secret?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (depressed<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAh! that daughter of a slave<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas overreached me. Else he would not ask<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn just that manner.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (alarmed<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat now? Silence?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Why, sir,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt’s this, I’ve padlocked so my tongue that even<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo you I could not give a sudden answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n‘Tis well. O how shall I beguile desire?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Let’s to the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWhy, what’s there?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

What’s there?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe question! From all quarters gathered in<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSucculent sweets and fivefold eatableness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMusic from saucepan and from frying-pan,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe beauty of dinner getting ready. There’s<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA sweet beguiler to your emptiness!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (smiling<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor you whose heart is in your stomach. I<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAm not so readily eased who fixed my soul<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon what I shall hardly win.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Not win?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy, tell me, came you not within her sight?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWhat comfort is in that?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

When she has seen you,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow is she hard to win?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO your affection<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUtters mere partiality.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

You make me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDesperate to see her. Why, sir, she must be<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA nonpareil of grace. Like me perhaps?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWho could with words describe each perfect limb<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf that celestial whole? Take her in brief,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO friend, for she is ornament’s ornament,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd jewels cannot make her beautiful.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey from her body get their grace. And when<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYou search the universe for similes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer greater beauty drives you to express<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFair things by her, not her by lesser fairness:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo she’s perfection’s model.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

No wonder then,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith such a shower of beauty, that you play<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe rain-bird open-mouthed to let drops glide<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGraciously down his own particular gullet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut whither now?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWhen love grows large with yearning,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe has no sanctuary but solitude.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI pray you, go before me to the park.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOh God, my dinner! There’s no help. (aloud<\/i>) This way.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLo, here the park’s green limit. See, my lord,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow this fair garden sends his wooing breeze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo meet his royal guest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO epithet<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMost apt. Indeed this zephyr in fond arms<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImpregnating with honey spring-creeper<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd flattering with his kiss the white May-bloom,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSeems to me like a lover girl-divided<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBetween affection smooth and eager passion.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

May like division bless your yearning, sir.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe reach the garden’s gate. Enter, my lord.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nEnter thou first. O! I was blindly sanguine,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy refuge in this flowery solitude<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho thought to heal my pain. As well might swimmer<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHurled onward in a river’s violent hands<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOppose that roaring tide, as I make speed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHither for my relief.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

And wherefore so?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWas passion not enough to torture me,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill racking the resistless mind with thoughts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf unattainable delight? But I<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMust add the mango-trees’ soft opening buds,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd hurt myself with pallid drifting leaves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd with the busy zephyr wound my soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Be not so full of grief. For Love himself<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWill help you soon to your extreme desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nI seize upon thy word, \u2014 the Brahmin’s speech<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat never can be false!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

See what a floral<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGreen loveliness expresses the descent<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd rosy incarnation of the spring.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDo you not find it lovely?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nFriend, I do.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI study it tree by tree and leaf by leaf.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis courbouc’s like a woman’s rosy nail,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut darkens to the edge; heavy with crimson,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYon red asoka breaking out of bud<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSeems all on fire; and here the cary mounting<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSlight dust of pollen on his stamen-ends<\/span><\/p>\n

\nClusters with young sweet bloom. Methinks I see<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe infant honeyed soul of spring, half-woman,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGrow warm with bud of youth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

This arbour, green,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith blossoms loosened by the shock of bees<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon a slab of costly stone prepares<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith its own hands your cushioned honours. Take<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe courtesy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAs you will.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Here sit at ease.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe sensitive beauty of the creepers lax<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShall glide into your soul and gently steal<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe thought of Urvasie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO no, mine eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre spoilt by being indulged in her sweet looks,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd petulantly they reject all feebler<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEnchantings, even the lovely embowering bloom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf these grace-haunted creepers bending down<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo draw me with their hands. I am sick for her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRather invent some way to my desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Oh rare! when Indra for Ahalya pined<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA cheapjack was his counsellor; you as lucky<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave me for your ally. Mad all! mad all!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nNot so! affection edging native wit,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSome help it’s sure to find for one it loves.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Good, I will cogitate. Disturb me not<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith your love-moanings.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (his right arm throbbing; aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer face of perfect moonlight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs all too heavenly for my lips. How canst thou then<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrob expectation in my arm, O Love?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet all my heart is suddenly grown glad<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs if it had heard the feet of my desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

He waits hopefully. There enter in the sky<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nUrvasie and Chitralekha.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Will you not even tell me where we go?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Sister, when I upon the Peak of Gold<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWas stayed from Heaven by the creeper’s hands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYou mocked me then. And have you now to ask<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhither it is I go?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nTo seek the side<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf King Pururavas you journey then?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Even so shameless is your sister’s mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Whom did you send before, what messenger<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo him you love?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nMy heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO yet think well,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSister; do not be rash.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nLove sends me, Love<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCompels me. How can I then think?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nTo that<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI have no answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nThen take me to him soon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly let not our way be such as lies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWithin the let of hindrance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nFear not that.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas not the great Preceptor of the Gods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTaught us to wear the crest invincible?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhile that is bound, not any he shall dare<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf all the Heaven-opposing faction stretch<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAn arm of outrage.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE<\/font> (abashed<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOh true! my heart forgot.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nLook, sister! For in Ganges’ gliding waves<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHolier by influx of blue Yamuna,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe palace of the great Pururavas,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCrowning the city with its domes, looks down<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs in a glass at its own mighty image.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAll Eden to an earthly spot is bound.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut where is he who surely will commiserate<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA pining heart?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

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\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nThis park which seems one country<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith Heaven, let us question. See, the King<\/span><\/p>\n

\nExpects thee, like the pale new-risen moon<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWaiting for moonlight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nHow beautiful he is, \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFairer than when I saw him first!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\n‘Tis true.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome, we will go to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nI will not yet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nScreened in with close invisibility,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI will stand near him, learn what here he talks<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSole with his friend.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nYou’ll do your will always.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Courage! your difficult mistress may be caught,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTwo ways.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE<\/font> (jealously<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO who is she, that happy she,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBeing wooed by such a lover, preens herself<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd is proud?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWhy do you mock the ways of men<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd are a Goddess?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I dare not, sweet, I fear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo learn too suddenly my own misfortune,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf I use heavenly eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Listen, you dreamer!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre you deaf? I tell you I have found a way:<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nSpeak on.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Woo sleep that marries men with dreams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr on a canvas paint in Urvasie<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd gaze on her for ever.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO sinking coward heart, now, now revive.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nAnd either is impossible. For look!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow can I, with this rankling wound of love,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCall to me sleep who marries men with dreams?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd if I paint the sweetness of her face,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWill not the tears, before it is half done,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBlurring my gaze with mist, blot the dear vision?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Heardst thou?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I have heard all. It was too little<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor my vast greed of love.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Well, that’s my stock<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nOf counsel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (sighing<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOh me! she knows not my heart’s pain,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr knowing it, with those her heavenly eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nScorns my poor passion. Only the arrowed Love<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs gratified tormenting with her bosom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy sad, unsatisfied and pale desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nHeardst thou, sister?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nHe must not think so of me!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI would make answer, sister, but to his face<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI have not hardihood. Suffer me then,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo trust to faery birch-leaf mind-created<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy longing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nIt is well. Create and write.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nUrvasie writes in a passion of timidity and<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

excitement, then throws the leaf between<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nPururavas and Manavaka.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Murder! murder! I’m killed! I’m dead! help! help!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(looking<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat’s this? a serpent’s skin come down to eat me?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (looks closely and laughs<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo serpent’s slough, my friend, only a leaf<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf birch-tree with a scroll of writing traced on it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Perhaps the invisible fair Urvasie<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeard you complain and answers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nTo desire<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNothing can seem impossible.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe takes the leaf and reads it<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

to himself, then with joy,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nO friend,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow happy was your guess!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I told you so.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Brahmin’s speech! Read, read! aloud, if it please you.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Brahmin has his own urbanity!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nListen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I am all ears.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (reading aloud<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\n“My master and my King!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWere I what thy heart thinks and knows me not,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nScorning thy love, would then the soft-winged breeze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf deathless gardens and the unfading flowers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat strew the beds of Paradise, to me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFeel fire!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWhat will he say now?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWhat each limb,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat is a drooping lotus-stalk with love,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas said already.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

You’re consoled, I hope?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDon’t tell me what you feel. I’ve felt the same<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen I’ve been hungry and one popped in on me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith sweetmeats in a tray.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nConsoled! a word<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow weak! I con this speaking of my sweet,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis dear small sentence full of beautiful meaning,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis gospel of her answering love, and feel<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer mouth upon my mouth and her soft eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSwimming and large gaze down into my own,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd touch my lifted lids with hers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO even<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSuch sweetness feels thy lover.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nFriend, my finger<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMoistening might blot the lines. Do thou then hold<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis sweet handwriting of my love.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

He gives the leaf to Manavaka.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

But tell me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy does your mistress, having brought to bloom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYour young desire, deny its perfect fruit?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO sister, my heart flutters at the thought<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf going to my lord. While I cajole<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd strengthen the poor coward, show yourself,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGo to him, tell him all that I may speak.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I will.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

She becomes visible and approaches the King.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nHail, lord our King.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (joyfully<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO welcome, welcome!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

He looks around for Urvasie.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nYet, fair one, as the Yamuna not mixed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith Ganges, to the eye that saw their beauty<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf wedded waters, seems not all so fair,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo thou without thy sister givest not<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat double delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

First is the cloud’s dim legion<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSeen in the heavens; afterwards comes the lightning.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat! this is not the very Urvasie?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOnly the favourite sister of that miracle?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nHere sit down, fairest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Let me first discharge<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy duty. Urvasie by me bows down<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer face thus to her monarch's feet,
\nimploring \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nRather commanding.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

She whom in Titan hands<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAfflicted thou didst pity, thou didst rescue,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow needs much more thy pity, not by hands<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nTitan, but crueller violence of love<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOppressed, \u2014 the sight of thee her sudden cause.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nO Chitralekha, her thou tellst me of<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPassionate for me. Hast thou not eyes to know<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPururavas in anguish for her sake?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne prayer both pray to Kama, “Iron with iron<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMelts in fierce heat; why not my love with me?”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA<\/font> (returning to Urvasie<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome, sister, to your lord. So much his need<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSurpasses yours, I am his ambassador.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE<\/font> (becoming visible<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow unexpectedly hast thou with ease<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForsook me!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA<\/font> (with a smile<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a moment I shall know<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho forsakes whom, sister. But come away<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd give due greeting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

Urvasie approaches the King fearfully and<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nbows down, then low and bashfully,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Conquest to the King!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nI conquer, love, indeed, when thy dear lips<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGive greeting to me, vouchsafed to no mortal<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut Indra only.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

He takes her by both hands and makes her sit down.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I am a mighty Brahmin and the friend<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf all earth’s lord. O’erlook me not entirely.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\n

<\/p>\n

Urvasie smiles and bows to him.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPeace follow you and keep you.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMESSENGER OF THE<\/font> GODS<\/font> (cries from within<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChitralekha, urge haste on Urvasie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis day the wardens of the ancient worlds<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the great King of Heaven himself will witness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat piece where all the passions live and move,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nQuickened to gracious gesture in the action<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeposed in you by Bharat Sage, O sisters.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nAll listen, Urvasie sorrowfully.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Thou hearst the Messenger of Heaven? Take leave,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSweet, of the King.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nURVASIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nI cannot speak!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nCHITRALEKHA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nMy liege,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy sister not being lady of herself<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBeseeches your indulgence. She would be<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWithout a fault before the Gods.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (articulating with difficulty<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAlas!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI must not wish to hinder you when Heaven<\/span><\/p>\n

\nExpects your service. Only do not forget<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPururavas.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nUrvasie goes with her sister, still looking<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

backwards towards the King.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nO she is gone! my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave now no cause for sight: they are worthless balls<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWithout an object.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Why, not utterly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

He is about to give the birch-leaf.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere’s \u2014 Heavens! ’tis gone! it must have drifted down,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhile I, being all amazed with Urvasie,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNoticed nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWhat is it thou wouldst say?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere is \u2014 ?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

No need to droop your limbs and pine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYour Urvasie has to your breast been plucked<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith cords of passion, knots that will not slacken<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrive as she may.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nMy soul tells me like comfort.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor as she went, not lady of her limbs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo yield their sweets to me for ever, yet<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer heart, which was her own, in one great sob<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom twixt two trembling breasts shaken with sighs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCame panting out. I hear it throb within me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWell, my heart’s all a-twitter too. Each moment<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI think he is going to mention the damned birch-leaf.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nWith what shall I persuade mine eyes to comfort?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe letter!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (searching<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat! Hullo! It’s gone! Come now,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt was no earthly leaf; it must have gone<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFlying behind the skirts of Urvasie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (bitterly, in vexation<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWill you then never leave your idiot trick<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf carelessness? Search for it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (getting up<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOh, well! well!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt can’t be far. Why, here it is \u2014 or here \u2014 or here.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

<\/p>\n

While they search, the Queen enters, with<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nher attendants and Nipunika.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nNow, maiden, is’t true thou tellst me? Sawst thou really<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy lord and Manavaka approach the arbour?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I have not told my lady falsehood ever<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat she should doubt me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nWell, I will lurk thick-screened<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith hanging creepers and surprise what he<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDisburdens from his heart in his security.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo I shall know the truth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA<\/font> (sulkily<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWell, as you please.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nThey advance.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE<\/font> (looking ahead<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat’s yonder like a faded rag that lightly<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe southern wind guides towards us?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

It is a birch-leaf.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere’s writing on it; the letters, as it rolls,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHalf show their dinted outlines. Look, it has caught<\/span><\/p>\n

\nJust on your anklet’s spike. I’ll lift and read.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\n
\nShe disengages the leaf.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nSilently first peruse it; if ’tis nothing<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnfit for me to know, then I will hear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

It is, oh, it must be that very scandal.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nVerses they seem and penned by Urvasie,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd to my master. Manavaka’s neglect<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHas thrown it in our hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nLaughs.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nTell me the purport.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

I’ll read the whole. “My master and my King!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWere I what thy heart thinks and knows me not,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nScorning thy love, would then the soft-winged breeze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf deathless gardens and unfading flowers<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat strew the beds of Paradise, to me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFeel fire!”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nSo! by this dainty love-letter,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe is enamoured then, and of the nymph.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

It’s plain enough.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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They enter the arbour.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

What’s yonder to the wind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEnslaved, that flutters on the park-side rockery?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (rising<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWind of the south, thou darling of the Spring,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSeize rather on the flowery pollen stored<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy months of fragrance, that gold dust of trees.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith this thou mightest perfume all thy wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow wilt thou profit, snatching from me, O wind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy darling’s dear handwriting, like a kiss<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll love? When thou didst woo thine Anjana,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSurely thou knewest lovers’ dying hearts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre by a hundred little trifles kept,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll slight as this!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNIPUNIKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

See, mistress, see! A search<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn progress for the leaf.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

\nBe still.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Alas!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI was misled with but a peacock’s feather,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFaded, a saffron splendour of decay.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nIn every way I am undone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE<\/font> (approaching suddenly<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy lord,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBe not so passionate; here is your dear letter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (confused<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Queen! O welcome!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIll come, if ’twere convenient<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo tell the truth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

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\n

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\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>(aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat shall I do now, friend,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr say?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMuch you will say! A thief red-handed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCaught with his swag!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs this a time for jesting?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(aloud<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMadam, it was not this I sought but other,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA record of state, a paper that I dropped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nOh, you do well to hide your happiness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

My lady, hurry on His Majesty’s dinner.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen bile accumulates, dinner does the trick.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nA noble consolation for his friend<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Brahmin finds! Heardst thou, Nipunika?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Why, madam, even a goblin is appeased<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy dinner.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nFool! by force you’ld prove me guilty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nNot yours the guilt, my lord! I am in fault<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho force my hated and unwelcome face<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon you. But I go. Nipunika,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAttend me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\n

<\/p>\n

She is departing in wrath.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (following her<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGuilty I am. O pardon, pardon!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO look on me more kindly. How can a slave<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBe innocent, when whom he should please is angry?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe falls at her feet.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAUSHINARIE<\/font> (aside<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI am not so weak-minded as to value<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSuch hollow penitence. And yet the terror<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf that remorse I know that I shall feel<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf I spurn his kindness, frightens me \u2014 but no!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nShe goes out with Nipunika and attendants.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

She has rushed off like a torrent full of wrath.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRise, rise! she’s gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (rising<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO she did right to spurn me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMost dulcet words of lovers, sweetest flatteries,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen passion is not there, can find no entrance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo woman’s heart; for she knows well the voice<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf real love, but these are stones false-coloured<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRejected by the jeweller’s practised eye.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

This is what you should wish! The eye affected<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBrooks not the flaming of a lamp too near.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\nYou much misjudge me. Though my heart’s gone out<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo Urvasie, affection deep I owe<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy Queen. But since she scorned my prostrate wooing,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI will have patience till her heart repent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nMANAVAKA <\/font>
\n<\/span> <\/p>\n

\n

Oh, hang your patience! keep it for home consumption.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMine’s at an end. Have some faint mercy instead<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd save a poor starved Brahmin’s life. It’s time<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor bath and dinner! dinner!!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS (<\/font>looking upward<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\n‘Tis noon. The tired<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd heated peacock sinks to chill delight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf water in the tree-encircling channel,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe bee divides a crimson bud and creeps<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto its womb; there merged and safe from fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe’s lurking. The duck too leaves her blazing pool<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd shelters in cold lilies on the bank,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd in yon summer-house weary of heat<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe parrot from his cage for water cries.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nThey go.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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