--Who, then, informed the holy Father of what passed in his
absence?
PRIYAMVADA.--As he was entering the sanctuary of the consecrated fire,
an invisible being chanted a verse in celestial strains.
ANASUYA [_with astonishment_].--Indeed! pray repeat it.
PRIYAMVADA [_repeats the verse_].--
Glows in thy daughter King Dushyanta's glory,
As in the sacred tree the mystic fire.
Let worlds rejoice to hear the welcome story;
And may the son immortalize the sire.
ANASUYA [_embracing Priyamvada_].--Oh, my dear Priyamvada, what
delightful news! I am pleased beyond measure; yet when I think that we
are to lose our dear Sakoontala this very day, a feeling of melancholy
mingles with my joy.
PRIYAMVADA.--We shall find means of consoling ourselves after her
departure. Let the dear creature only be made happy, at any cost.
ANASUYA.--Yes, yes, Priyamvada, it shall be so; and now to prepare our
bridal array. I have always looked forward to this occasion, and some
time since, I deposited a beautiful garland of Kesara flowers in a
cocoa-nut box, and suspended it on a bough of yonder mango-tree.
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