WARDER [_entering],_--Victory to the King! two young hermits are in
waiting outside, and solicit an audience of your Majesty.
KING.--Introduce them immediately.
WARDER.--I will, my liege. [_Goes out, and reenters with two young
Hermits_.] This way, Sirs, this way.
[_Both the Hermits look at the King_
FIRST HERMIT.--How majestic is his mien, and yet what confidence it
inspires! But this might be expected in a king whose character and
habits have earned for him a title only one degree removed from that of
a Saint.
In this secluded grove, whose sacred joys
All may participate, he deigns to dwell
Like one of us; and daily treasures up
A store of purest merit for himself,
By the protection of our holy rites.
In his own person wondrously are joined
Both majesty and saintlike holiness:--
And often chanted by inspired bards,
His hallowed title of "Imperial Sage"
Ascends in joyous accents to the skies.
SECOND HERMIT.--Bear in mind, Gautama, that this is the great Dushyanta,
the friend of Indra.
FIRST HERMIT.
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