Then the bliss
Of bearing him a son--a noble boy,
Bright as the day-star--shall transport thy soul
With new delights, and little shalt thou reck
Of the light sorrow that afflicts thee now
At parting from thy father and thy friends.
[_Sakoontala throws herself at her foster-father's feet_.
KANWA.--Blessings on thee, my child! May all my hopes of thee be
realized!
SAKOONTALA [_approaching her friends_].--Come, my two loved companions,
embrace me--both of you together.
PRIYAMVADA AND ANASUYA [_embracing her_].--Dear Sakoontala, remember, if
the King should by any chance be slow in recognizing you, you have only
to show him this ring, on which his own name is engraved.
SAKOONTALA.--The bare thought of it puts me in a tremor.
PRIYAMVADA AND ANASUYA.--There is no real cause for fear, dearest.
Excessive affection is too apt to suspect evil where none exists.
SARNGARAVA.--Come, lady, we must hasten on. The sun is rising in the
heavens.
SAKOONTALA [_looking towards the hermitage_].--Dear father, when shall I
ever see this hallowed grove again?
KANWA.
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