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

\n <\/p>\n

\nScene. \u2014 Outside the King’s tents near Pratisthana. In the background the confluence of the rivers Ganges and Yamuna.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nManavaka alone.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nAfter long pleasuring with Urvasie<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn Nandan and all woodlands of the Gods,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur King’s at last returned, and he has entered<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis city, by the jubilant people met<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith splendid greetings, and resumed his toils.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAh, were he but a father, nothing now<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWere wanting to his fullness. This high day<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt confluence of great Ganges with the stream<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDark Yamuna, he and his Queen have bathed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nJust now he passed into his tent, and surely<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis girls adorn him. I will go exact<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy first share of the ointments and the flowers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO me unfortunate! the jewel is lost<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAccustomed to the noble head of her<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMost intimate with the bosom of the King,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis loveliest playmate. I was carrying it<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn palm-leaf basket on white cloth of silk;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA vulture doubting this some piece of flesh<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSwoops down and soars away with it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

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

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\nThis was the Union, the crest-jewel, dear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO’er all things to the King. Look where he comes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis dress half-worn just as he started up<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn hearing of his loss. I’ll go to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n
\nThen Pururavas enters with his Amazons of the Bactrian<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nGuard and other attendants in great excitement.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHuntress! huntress! Where is that robber bird<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat snatches his own death? He practises<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis first bold pillage in the watchman’s house.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nYonder, the golden thread within his beak!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTrailing the jewel how he wheels in air<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDescribing scarlet lines upon the sky!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nI see him, dangling down the thread of gold<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe wheels and dips in rapid circles vast.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe jewel like a whirling firebrand red<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGoes round and round and with vermilion rings<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIncarnadines the air. What shall we do<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo rescue it?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nWhy do you hesitate to slay him?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe is marked out for death, a criminal.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nMy bow! my bow!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAN<\/font> AMAZON<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\nI run to bring it!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nShe goes out.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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

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

\nI cannot see the bird. Where has it fled?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nLook! to the southern far horizon wings<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe carrion-eating robber.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nYes, I see him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe speeds with the red jewel every way<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBranching and shooting light, as ’twere a cluster<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf crimson roses in the southern sky<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr ruby pendant from the lobe of Heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nEnter Amazon with the bow.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nAMAZON <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nSire, I have brought the bow and leathern guard.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nToo late you bring it. Yon eater of raw flesh<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGoes winging far beyond an arrow’s range,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the bright jewel with the distant bird<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBlazes like Mars the planet glaring red<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAgainst a wild torn piece of cloud. Who’s there?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNoble Latavya!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nHighness?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nFrom me command<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe chief of the police, at evening, when <\/span><\/p>\n

\nYon winged outlaw seeks his homing tree,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat he be hunted out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nIt shall be done.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe goes out.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nSit down and rest. What place in all broad earth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis jewel-thief can hide in, shall elude<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYour world-wide jurisdiction?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (sitting down with Manavaka<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt was not as a gem<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf lustre that I treasured yonder stone,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNow lost in the bird’s beak, but ’twas my Union<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd it united me with my dear love.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nI know it, from your own lips heard the tale.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nChamberlain enters with the jewel and an arrow.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nBehold shot through that robber! Though he fled,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy anger darting in pursuit has slain him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPlumb down he fell with fluttering wings from Heaven<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd dropped the jewel bright.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nAll look at it in surprise.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nIll fate o’ertaking<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMuch worse offence! My lord, shall not this gem<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBe washed in water pure and given
\n\u2014 to whom?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHuntress, go, see it purified in fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen to its case restore it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nHUNTRESS <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nAs the King wills.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nShe goes out with the jewel.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nNoble Latavya, came you not to know<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe owner of this arrow?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nLetters there are<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCarved on the steel; my eyes grow old and feeble,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI could not read them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nTherefore give me the arrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI will spell out the writing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nThe Chamberlain gives him the arrow and he reads.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nAnd I will fill my office.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe goes out.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nMANAVAKA<\/font> (seeing the King lost in thought<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat do you read there?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHear, Manavaka, hear<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe letters of this bowman’s name.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nI’m all<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAttention; read.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO hearken then and wonder.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n“Ayus, the smiter of his foeman’s lives,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe warrior Ilian’s son by Urvasie,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis arrow loosed.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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

\nHail, King! now dost thou prosper,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho hast a son.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHow should this be? Except<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy the great ritual once, never was I<\/span><\/p>\n

\nParted from that beloved; nor have I witnessed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne sign of pregnancy. How could my Goddess<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHave borne a son? True, I remember once<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor certain days her paps were dark and stained,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all her fair complexion to the hue<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf that wan creeper paled, and languid-large<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer eyes were. Nothing more.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nDo not affect<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith mortal attributes the living Gods.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor holiness is as a veil to them<\/span><\/p>\n

\nConcealing their affections.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nThis is true.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut why should she conceal her motherhood?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nPlainly, she thought, “If the King sees me old<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd matron, he’ll be off with some young hussy.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nNo mockery, think it over.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nWho shall guess<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe riddles of the Gods?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nEnter Latavya.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

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

\nA holy dame from Chyavan’s hermitage<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLeading a boy would see my lord.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nLatavya,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAdmit them instantly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nAs the King wills.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n
\nbow in hand and a hermitess.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome, holy lady, to the King.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nThey approach the King.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHow say you,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShould not this noble boy be very he,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe young and high-born archer with whose name<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWas lettered yon half-moon of steel that pierced<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe vulture? His features imitate my lord’s.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nIt must be so. The moment that I saw him,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy eyes became a mist of tears, my spirit<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLightened with joy, and surely ’twas a father<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat stirred within my bosom. O Heaven! I lose<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReligious calm; shudderings surprise me; I long<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo feel him with my limbs, pressed with my love.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA<\/font> (to the hermitess<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere deign to stand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nMother, I bow to thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nHigh-natured! may thy line by thee increase!<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nLo, all untold this father knows his son.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

\nBow down to thy begetter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nAyus bows down, folding his hands over his bow.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nLive long, dear son.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO how must children on their father’s knees<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGrown great be melted with a filial sweetness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen only hearing that this is my father<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI feel I love him!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nVouchsafe me, reverend lady,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy need of coming.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nListen then, O King;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis Ayus at his birth was in my hand<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBy Urvasie, I know not why, delivered,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA dear deposit. Every perfect rite<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd holiness unmaimed that princely boys<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMust grow through, Chyavan’s self, the mighty Sage,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPerformed, and taught him
\nletters, Scripture, arts, \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLast, every warlike science.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

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

\nIn such a teacher!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nThe children fared afield<\/span><\/p>\n

\nToday for flowers, dry fuel, sacred grass,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Ayus faring with them violated<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe morals of the hermitage.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO how?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nA vulture with a jag of flesh was merging<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto a tree-top when the boy levelled<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis arrow at the bird.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nAnd then?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nAnd then<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe holy Sage, instructed of that slaughter,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCalled me and bade, “Give back thy youthful trust<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInto his mother’s keeping.” Therefore, sir,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLet me have audience with the lady.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nMother,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeign to sit down one moment.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nThe hermitess takes the seat brought for her.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nNoble Latavya,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLet Urvasie be summoned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nIt is done.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe goes out.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nChild of thy mother, come, O come to me!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\nLet me feel my son! The touch of his own child,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey say, thrills all the father; let me know it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGladden me as the moonbeam melts the moonstone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nGo, child, and gratify thy father’s heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nAyus goes to the King and clasps his feet.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nPURURAVAS<\/font> (embracing the boy and seating him on his footstool<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThis Brahmin is thy father’s friend. Salute him,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd have no fear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nWhy should he fear? I think<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe grew up in the woods and must have seen<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA mort of monkeys in the trees.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHail, father.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nPeace and prosperity walk with thee ever.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nLatavya returns with Urvasie.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nThis way, my lady.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nWho is this quivered youth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSet on the footstool of the King? Himself<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy monarch binds his curls into a crest!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho should this be so highly favoured?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n(seeing Satyavatie<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\nSatyavatie beside him tells me; it is<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy Ayus. How he has grown!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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

\nO child, look up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLo, she who bore thee, with her whole rapt gaze<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGrown mother, her veiled bosom heaving towards thee<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd wet with sacred milk!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nRise, son, and greet<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy parent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nShe goes with the boy to Urvasie.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nI touch thy feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nEver be near<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy husband’s heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAYUS <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nMother, I bow to thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nChild, be thy sire’s delight. My lord and husband!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO welcome to the mother! sit thee here.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe makes her sit beside him.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nMy daughter, lo, thine Ayus. He has learned<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll lore, heroic armour now can wear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI yield thee back before thy husband’s eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy sacred trust. Discharge me. Each idle moment<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs a religious duty left undone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nIt is so long since I beheld you, mother,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nI have not satisfied my thirst of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd cannot let you go. And yet ’twere wrong<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo keep you. Therefore go for further meeting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nSay to the Sage, I fall down at his feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\n‘Tis well.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAYUS <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nAre you going to the forest, mother?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWill you not take me with you?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nOver, son,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy studies in the woods. Thou must be now<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA man, know the great world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nChild, hear thy father.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAYUS <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nThen, mother, let me have when he has got<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis plumes, my little peacock, Jewel-crest,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho’ld sleep upon my lap and let me stroke<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis crest and pet him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nSurely, I will send him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nMother, I touch thy feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nI bow to thee,<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

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\nSATYAVATIE <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nPeace be upon you both, my children.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO blessed lady! Now am I grown through thee<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA glorious father in this boy, our son;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot Indra, hurler down of cities, more<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn his Jayanta of Paulomie born.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nUrvasie weeps.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nWhy is my lady suddenly all tears?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nMy own beloved! How art thou full of tears<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhile I am swayed with the great joy of princes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho see their line secured? Why do these drops<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn these high peaks of beauty raining down,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO sad sweet prodigal, turn thy bright necklace<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo repetition vain of costlier pearls?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe wipes the tears from her eyes.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nAlas, my lord! I had forgot my doom<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a mother’s joy. But now thy utterance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf that great name of Indra brings to me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCruel remembrance torturing the heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf my sad limit.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nTell me, my love, what limit.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO King, my heart held captive in thy hands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI stood bewildered by the curse; then Indra<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUttered his high command: “When my great soldier,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nEarth’s monarch, sees the face that keeps his line<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMade in thy womb, to Eden thou returnest.”<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo when I knew my issue, sick with the terror<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf being torn from thee, all hidden haste,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI gave to noble Satyavatie the child,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn Chyavan’s forest to be trained. Today<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis my beloved son returns to me;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo doubt she thought that he was grown and able<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo gratify his father’s heart. This then<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs the last hour of that sweet life with thee,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhich goes not farther.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHelp, help!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nReturn to me, my King!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO love, how jealous are the Gods in Heaven<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf human gladness! I was comforted<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith getting of a son, \u2014 at once this blow!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO small sweet waist, I am divorced from thee!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo has a poplar from one equal cloud<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReceived the shower that cooled and fire of Heaven<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat kills it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO sudden evil out of good!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor I suppose you now will don the bark<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd live with hermit trees.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nI too unhappy!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor now my King who sees that I no sooner<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBehold my son reared up than to my heavens<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nI soar, will think that I have all my need<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd go with glad heart from his side.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nBeloved,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDo not believe it. How can one be free<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo do his will who’s subject to a master?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe when he’s bid, must cast his heart aside<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd dwell in exile from the face he loves.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTherefore obey King Indra. On this thy son<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI too my kingdom will repose and dwell<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn forests where the antlered peoples roam.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAYUS <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nMy father should not on an untrained steer<\/span><\/p>\n

\nImpose the yoke that asks a neck of iron.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nChild, say not so! The ichorous elephant<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot yet full-grown tames all the trumpetings<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf older rivals; and the young snake’s tooth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith energy of virulent poison stored<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStrikes deadly. So is it with the ruler born:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis boyish hand inarms the sceptred world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe force that rises with its task springs not<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom years, but is a self and inborn greatness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTherefore, Latavya!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA <\/font> <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

\nDirect from me the council to make ready<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe coronation of my son.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nLATAVYA<\/font> (sorrowfully<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt is<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nYour will, sire.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe goes out. Suddenly all act as if dazzled.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nWhat lightning leaps from cloudless heavens?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\n‘Tis the Lord Narad.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nNarad? Yes, ’tis he.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis hair is matted all a tawny yellow<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike ochre-streaks, his holy thread is white<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd brilliant like a digit of the moon.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe looks as if the faery-tree of Heaven<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCame moving, shooting twigs all gold, and twinkling<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPearl splendours for its leaves, its tendrils pearl.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGuest-offering for the Sage!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nNarad enters: all rise to greet him.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHere is guest-offering.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nHail, the great guardian of the middle world!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nGreeting, Lord Narad.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nLord, I bow to thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nUnsundered live in sweetness conjugal.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nO that it might be so!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

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

\nChild, greet the Sage.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nAYUS <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nUrvaseian Ayus bows down to thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nLive long, be prosperous.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nDeign to take this seat.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nNarad sits, after which all take their seats.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat brings the holy Narad?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nHear the message<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf mighty Indra.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nI listen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nMaghavan,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhose soul can see across the world, to thee<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIntending loneliness in woods \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

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

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nThe seers to whom the present, past and future<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre three wide-open pictures, these divulge<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAdvent of battle and the near uprise<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf Titans warring against Gods. Heaven needs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThee, her great soldier; thou shouldst not lay down<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy warlike arms. All thy allotted days<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis Urvasie is given thee for wife<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nAnd lovely helpmeet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nOh, a sword is taken<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOut of my heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nIn all I am Indra’s servant.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\n‘Tis fitting. Thou for Indra, he for thee,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith interchange of lordly offices.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSo sun illumes the fire, fire the great sun<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEkes out with heat and puissance.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe looks up into the sky.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nRambha, descend<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd with thee bring the high investiture<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeaven’s King has furnished to crown Ayus, heir<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf great Pururavas.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nApsaras enter with the articles of investiture.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nLo! Holiness,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat store!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nSet down the boy upon the chair<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf the anointing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nCome to me, my child.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nShe seats the boy.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD<\/font> (pouring the cruse of holy oil on the boy’s head<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nComplete the ritual.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nRAMBHA<\/font> (after so doing<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBow before the Sage,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy child, and touch thy parents’ feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nAyus obeys.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

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

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nSon, be a hero and thy line’s upholder.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nSon, please thy father.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nVictory to Empire’s heir.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nStrophe<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nFirst the immortal seer of Brahma’s kind<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd had the soul of Brahma; Atri’s then<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Moon his child; and from the Moon again<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSprang Budha-Hermes, moonlike was his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPururavas was Budha’s son and had<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike starry brightness. Be in thee displayed<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy father’s kindly gifts. All things that bless<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMortals, descend in thy surpassing race.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n
\nAntistrophe<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy father like Himaloy highest stands<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf all the high, but thou all steadfast be,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnchangeable and grandiose like the sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFearless, surrounding Earth with godlike hands.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLet Empire by division brighter shine;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor so the sacred Ganges snow and pine<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFavours, yet the same waters she divides<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo Ocean and his vast and heaving tides.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nNYMPHS<\/font> (approaching Urvasie<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO thou art blest, our sister, in thy son<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCrowned heir to Empire, in thy husband blest<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom whom thou shalt not part.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nMy happiness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs common to you all, sweet sisters: such<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur love was always.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nShe takes Ayus by the hand.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nCome with me, dear child,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo fall down at thy elder mother’s feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nStay yet; we all attend you to the Queen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nThy son’s great coronation mindeth me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf yet another proud investiture, \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nKartikeya crowned by Maghavan, to lead<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHeaven’s armies.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHighly has the King of Heaven<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFavoured him, Narad; how should he not be<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMost great and fortunate?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nNARAD <\/font> <\/p>\n

\nWhat more shall Indra do<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor King Pururavas?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

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

\nHeaven’s King being pleased,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat further can I need? Yet this I’ll ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe comes forward and speaks towards the audience.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nLearning and Fortune, Goddesses that stand<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn endless opposition, dwellers rare<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\n

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\n

\nUnder one roof, in kindly union join<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo bless for glory and for ease the good.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis too; may every man find his own good,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd every man be merry of his mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all men in all lands taste all desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

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