PRIYAMVADA AND ANASUYA [_looking at him joyfully, and rising to salute
him_].--Welcome, the desire of our hearts, that so speedily presents
itself!
[_Sakoontala makes an effort to rise._]
KING.--Nay, trouble not thyself, dear maiden,
Move not to do me homage; let thy limbs
Still softly rest upon their flowery couch,
And gather fragrance from the lotus stalks
Bruised by the fevered contact of thy frame.
ANASUYA.--Deign, gentle Sir, to seat yourself on the rock on which our
friend is reposing.
[_The King sits down. Sakoontala is confused._]
PRIYAMVADA.--Anyone may see at a glance that you are deeply attached to
each other. But the affection I have for my friend prompts me to say
something of which you hardly require to be informed.
KING.--Do not hesitate to speak out, my good girl. If you omit to say
what is in your mind, you may be sorry for it afterwards.
PRIYAMVADA.--Is it not your special office as a King to remove the
suffering of your subjects who are in trouble?
KING.--Such is my duty, most assuredly.
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