Be good
enough to stretch out your hand and take it down, while I compound
unguents and perfumes with this consecrated paste and these blades of
sacred grass.
PRIYAMVADA.--Very well.
[_Exit Anasuya. Priyamvada takes down the flowers._
A VOICE [_behind the scenes_].--Gautami, bid Sarngarava and the others
hold themselves in readiness to escort Sakoontala.
PRIYAMVADA [_listening_].--Quick, quick, Anasuya! They are calling the
hermits who are to go with Sakoontala to Hastinapur.
ANASUYA [_reentering, with the perfumed unguents in her hand_].--Come
along then, Priyamvada; I am ready to go with you. [_They walk away_.
PRIYAMVADA [_looking_].--See! there sits Sakoontala, her locks arranged
even at this early hour of the morning. The holy women of the hermitage
are congratulating her, and invoking blessings on her head, while they
present her with wedding-gifts and offerings of consecrated wild-rice.
Let us join them. [_They approach_.
_Sakoontala is seen seated, with women surrounding her, occupied in the
manner described_.
FIRST WOMAN [_to Sakoontala_].
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