--We will, sire. [_Exeunt._
MATHAVYA.--Now that you have got rid of these plagues, who have been
buzzing about us like so many flies, sit down, do, on that stone slab,
with the shade of the tree as your canopy, and I will seat myself by you
quite comfortably.
KING.--Go you, and sit down first.
MATHAVYA.--Come along, then.
[_Both walk on a little way, and seat themselves_.
KING.--Mathavya, it may be said of you that you have never beheld
anything worth seeing: for your eyes have not yet looked upon the
loveliest object in creation.
MATHAVYA.--How can you say so, when I see your Majesty before me at this
moment?
KING.--It is very natural that everyone should consider his own friend
perfect; but I was alluding to Sakoontala, the brightest ornament of
these hallowed groves.
MATHAVYA [_aside_].--I understand well enough, but I am not going to
humor him. [_Aloud_.] If, as you intimate, she is a hermit's daughter,
you cannot lawfully ask her in marriage. You may as well, then, dismiss
her from your mind, for any good the mere sight of her can do.
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