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\n
\n

\n
\nSCENE II<\/b><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/b><\/span>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\n <\/div>\n

\nA hall in the palace at Cowsambie.
\nYougundharayan, Roomunwath.<\/i><\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI see his strength lie covered sleeping in
\nflowers;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nYet is a greatness hidden in his years.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tR<\/font>OOMUNWATH<\/font><\/p>\n

\nNourish not such large hopes.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI know too well
\nThe gliding bane that these young fertile soils
\nCherish in their green darkness; and my cares
\nWatch to prohibit the nether snake who writhes
\nSweet-poisoned, perilous in the rich grass,
\nLust with the jewel love upon his hood,
\nWho by his own crown must be charmed, seized, changed
\nInto a warm great god. I seek a bride
\nFor Vuthsa.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tR<\/font>OOMUNWATH <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWisely; but whom?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOne only lives
\nSo absolute in her charm that she can keep
\nHis senses from all straying, the child far-famed
\nFor gifts and beauty, flower by magic fate
\nOn a fierce iron stock.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tR<\/font>OOMUNWATH <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nVasavadutta,
\nAvunthie’s golden princess! Hope not to mate
\nThese opposite godheads. Follow Nature’s prompting,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 215<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nNor with thy human policy pervert
\nHer simple ends.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nNature must flower into art
\nAnd science, or, else wherefore are we men?
\nMan out of Nature wakes to God’s complexities,
\nTakes her crude simple stuff and by his skill
\nTurns things impossible into daily miracles.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tROOMUNWATH <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis thing is difficult, and what the gain ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt gives us a long sunlit time for growth;<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nFor we shall raise in her a tender shield
\nAgainst that iron victor in the west,
\nThe father’s heart taking our hard defence
\nForbid the king-brain in that dangerous man.
\nThen when he’s gone, we are his greatness’ heirs
\nIn spite of his bold Titan sons.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tR<\/font>OOMUNWATH <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe must
\nHave fallen from his proud spirit to consent.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnother strong defeat and she is ours.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tR<\/font>OOMUNWATH<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBlow then the conchs for battle.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI await
\nOccasion and to feel the gods inclined.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n(to Vuthsa entering)<\/i><\/font><\/p>\n

\nMy son, thou comest early from thy breezes.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 216<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tVUTHSA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe dawn has spent her glories and I seek<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAlurca and Vasuntha for the harp<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWith chanted verse and lyric ease until<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe golden silences of noon arrive.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nSee this strange flower I plucked below the
\nstream!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nEach petal is a thought.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd the State’s cares,
\nKing of Cowsambie ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAre they not for thee,
\nMy mind’s wise father ? Chide me not. See now,
\nIt is thy fault for being great and wise.
\nWhat thou canst fashion sovereignly and well,
\nWhy should I do much worse ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd when I pass ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThy passing I forbid.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nVuthsa, thou art
\nCowsambie’s king, not time’s, nor death’s.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nO then,
\nThe gods shall keep thee at my strong demand
\nTo be the aged minister of my sons.
\nThis they must hear. <\/b> Of what use are the gods
\nIf they crown not our just desires on earth ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWell, play thy time. Thou art a royal child,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 217<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nAnd though young Nature in thee dallies
\nlong,
\nI trust her dumb and wiser brain that sees
\nWhat our loud thoughts can never reason out,
\nNot thinking life. She has her secret calls
\nAnd works divinely behind play and sleep,
\nShaping her infant powers.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI may then go
\nAnd listen to Alurca with his harp ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThy will
\nIn small things train, Udayan, in the great
\nMake it a wrestler with the dangerous earth.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy will is for delight. They are not
\nbeautiful,
\nThis State, these schemings. War is beautiful
\nAnd the bright ranks of armoured men and steel
\nThat singing kisses steel and the white flocking
\nOf arrows that are homing birds of war.
\nWhen shall we fight again?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWhen battle ripens.
\nAnd what of marriage? Is it not desired?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nO no, not yet! At least I think, not yet.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI’ll tell thee a strange thing, my father. I
\nshudder,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nI know it is with rapture, at the thought<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nOf women’s arms, and yet I dare not pluck<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThe joy. I think, because desire’s so sweet<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThat the mere joy might seem quite crude and
\npoor<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd spoil the sweetness. My father, is it so
\n?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 218<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPerhaps. Thou hast desire for women then?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nIt is for every woman and for none.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nOne day perhaps thou shalt join war with
\nwedlock
\nAnd pluck out from her guarded nest by force
\nThe wonder of Avunthie, Vasavadutta.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA name of leaping sweetness I have heard!
\nOne day I shall behold a marvellous face
\nAnd hear heaven’s harps defeated by a voice.
\nDo the gods whisper it? Dreams are best awhile.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThese things we shall consider.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/font>ARINACA
\n\t<\/font>(entering)<\/i><\/font>
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHail, Majesty!
\nA high-browed wanderer at the portals seeks
\nAdmittance. Tarnished is he with the road,
\nAlone, yet seems a mighty prince’s son.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nBring him with honour in. Such guests I
\nlove.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWe<\/b> should know first what soul is
\nthis abroad
\nAnd why he comes.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nWe’ll learn that from his lips.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 219<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHope not to hear truth often in royal
\ncourts.
\nTruth! Seldom with her bright and burning wand
\nShe touches the unwilling lips of men
\nWho lust and hope and fear. The gods alone
\nPossess her. Even our profoundest thoughts
\nAre crooked to avoid her and from her touch
\nCrawl hurt into their twilight, often hating her
\nToo bright for them as for our eyes the sun.
\nIf she dwells here, it is with souls apart.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAll men were not created from the mud.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nSee not a son of heaven in every worm.
\nLook round and thou wilt see a world on guard.
\nAll life here armoured walks, shut in. Thou too
\nKeep, Vuthsa, a defence before thy heart.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nParinaca brings in Gopalaca.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWhich is Udayan, great Cowsambie’s king?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe stands here. What’s thy need from Vuthsa
\n? Speak.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN<\/font><\/p>\n

\nRoomunwath, look with care upon this face.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHail, then, Cowsambie’s majesty, well borne
\nThough in a young and lovely vessel! Hail!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThou art some great one surely of this earth
\nWho com’st to me to live guest, comrade, friend,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 220<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nPerhaps much more.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tGOPALACA <\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tI have fought against thee, king.
V<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThe better! I am sure thou hast fought well.
\nCom’st thou in peace or strife ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIn peace, O king,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd as thy suppliant.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAsk; I long to give.<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nKnow first my name.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tThy eyes, thy face I know.
G<\/font>OPALACA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI am Gopalaca, Avunthie’s son,
\nOnce thy most dangerous enemy held on earth.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nA mighty name thou speakest, prince, nor one
\nTo supplications tuned. Yet ask and have.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThou heard’st me well? I am thy foeman’s
\nson.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd therefore welcome more to Vuthsa’s
\nheart.
\nFoemen! they are our playmates in the fight
\nAnd should be dear as friends who share our hours
\nOf closeness and desire. Why should they keep
\nThemselves so distant? Thou the noblest of them all,
\nThe bravest. I have played with thee, O prince,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 221<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nIn the great pastime.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tGOPALACA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThis was Vuthsa then!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd wherefore seeks the son of Mahasegn
\nHostile Cowsambie ? Or why suppliant comes
\nTo his chief enemy ?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI should know that brow.
\nThis is thy great wise minister ? That is well.
\nI seek a refuge.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAnd thou sayst thou art
\nAvunthie’s son?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBecause I am his son.
\nMy father casts me from him and no spot,
\nOnce<\/b> thought my own, will suffer now my tread.
\nTherefore I come. Vuthsa Udayan, king,
\nGrant me some hut, some cave upon thy soil,
\nSome meanest refuge for my wandering head.
\nBut if thy heart can dwell with fear, as do
\nThe natures of this age, or feed the snake
\nSuspicion, over gloomier borders send
\nMy broken life.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUNGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nVuthsa, beware. His words
\nStrive to conceal their naked cunning.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nPrince,<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 222<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\nWhat thou demand’st and more than thou
\ndemand’st,
\nIs without question thine. Now, if thou wilt,
\nReveal the cause of thy great father’s wrath,
\nBut only if thou wilt.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tGOPALACA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nBecause his bidding
\nRemained undone, my exile was embraced.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMore plainly.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nAsk me not. I am ashamed.
\nNor should a son unveil his father’s fault.
\nThey, even when they tyrannise, remain
\nMost dear and reverend still, who gave us birth.
\nThis, Vuthsa, know; against thee I was aimed,
\nA secret arrow.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nKeep thy father’s counsel.
\nIf he shoot arrows and thou art that shaft,
\nI’ll welcome thee into my throbbing breast.
\nWhat thou hast asked, I sue to thee to take.
\nThou seek’st a refuge, thou shalt find a home:<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThou fleest a father, here a brother waits
\nTo clasp thee in his arms.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nToo frank, too noble!<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nCome closer. Child of Mahasegn, wilt thou
\nBe king Udayan’s brother and his friend ?
\nThis proud grace wilt thou fling on the bare boon
\nThat I have given thee? Is it much to ask?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 223<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tGOPALACA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nTo be thy brother was my heart’s desire.
\nShod with that hope I came.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nClasp then our hands.
\nGopalaca, my play, my couch, my board,
\nMy serious labour and my trifling hours
\nShare henceforth, govern. All I have is thine.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA<\/font><\/p>\n

\nThine is the noblest soul on all the earth.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA
\n\t<\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nFrown not, my father. I obey my heart
\nWhich leaped up in me when I saw his face.
\nBe<\/b> sure my heart is wise. Gopalaca,
\nThe sentinel love in man ever imagines
\nStrange perils for its object. So my minister
\nExpects from thee some harm. Wilt thou not then
\nAssure his love and pardon it the doubt ?<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tG<\/font>OPALACA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe is a wise deep-seeing statesman, king,
\nAnd shows that wisdom now. But I will swear,
\nBut I will prove to thee, thou noble man,
\nThat dearest friendship is my will to him
\nThou serv’st and to work on him proudest love.
\nIs it enough?<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tV<\/font>UTHSA <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nMy father, hast thou heard ?
\nA son of kings swears not to lying oaths.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nIt is enough.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nPage \u2013 224<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

\n\tVUTHSA <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThen come, Gopalaca,
\nInto my palace and my heart.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\nHe goes into the palace with Gopalaca.<\/i><\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tYOUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nO life
\nBesieged of kings! What snare is this ? What charm ?
\nThere was a falsehood in the Avunthian’s eyes.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tROOMUNWATH <\/font><\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nHe has given himself into his foemen’s hands
\nAnd he has sworn. He is a prince’s son.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nYes, by his sire; but the pale queen
\nUngarica<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nWas to a strange inhuman father born<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\nAnd from dim shades her victor dragged her
\nforth.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tR<\/font>OOMUNWATH <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nThere’s here no remedy. Vuthsa is ensnared
\nAs with a sudden charm.<\/font> <\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nI’ll watch his steps.
\nKeep thou such bows wherever these two walk
\nAs never yet have missed their fleeing mark.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tR<\/font>OOMUNWATH<\/font><\/p>\n

\nYet was this nobly done on Vuthsa’s part.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n\tY<\/font>OUGUNDHARAYAN <\/font>\n<\/p>\n

\nO,<\/b> such nobility in godlike times
\nWas wisdom, but not to our fall belongs.
\nSweet virtue now is mother of defeat
\nAnd baser, fiercer souls inherit earth.<\/font>
\n<\/font><\/p>\n

\n
\nC u r t a i n<\/i><\/font>
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