SAKOONTALA.--This impertinent bee will not rest quiet. I must move
elsewhere. [_Moving a few steps off, and casting a glance around_.] How
now! he is following me here. Help! my dear friends, help! deliver me
from the attacks of this troublesome insect.
PRIYAMVADA AND ANASUYA.--How can we deliver you? Call Dushyanta to your
aid. The sacred groves are under the king's special protection.
KING.--An excellent opportunity for me to show myself. Fear
not--[_Checks himself when the words are half-uttered._ _Aside_.] But
stay, if I introduce myself in this manner, they will know me to be the
King. Be it so, I will accost them, nevertheless.
SAKOONTALA [_moving a step or two further off_].--What! it still
persists in following me.
KING [_advancing hastily_].--When mighty Puru's offspring sways the
earth,
And o'er the wayward holds his threatening rod,
Who dares molest the gentle maids that keep
Their holy vigils here in Kanwa's grove?
[_All look at the King, and are embarrassed_.
ANASUYA.--Kind Sir, no outrage has been committed; only our dear friend
here was teased by the attacks of a troublesome bee.
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