Love lit the flame, and Love himself allays
My burning fever, as when gathering clouds
Rise o'er the earth in summer's dazzling noon,
And grateful showers dispel the morning heat.
SAKOONTALA.--You must consent, then, dear friends, to contrive some
means by which I may find favor with the King, or you will have ere long
to assist at my funeral.
KING [_with rapture_].--Enough! These words remove all my doubts.
PRIYAMVADA [_aside to Anasuya_].--She is far gone in love, dear Anasuya,
and no time ought to be lost. Since she has fixed her affections on a
monarch who is the ornament of Puru's line, we need not hesitate for a
moment to express our approval.
ANASUYA.--I quite agree with you.
PRIYAMVADA [_aloud_].--We wish you joy, dear Sakoontala. Your affections
are fixed on an object in every respect worthy of you. The noblest river
will unite itself to the ocean, and the lovely Madhavi-creeper clings
naturally to the Mango, the only tree capable of supporting it.
KING.--Why need we wonder if the beautiful constellation Visakha pines
to be united with the Moon.
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