Though but a single golden bracelet spans
His wasted arm; though costly ornaments
Have given place to penitential weeds;
Though oft-repeated sighs have blanched his lips,
And robbed them of their bloom; though sleepless care
And carking thought have dimmed his beaming eye;
Yet does his form, by its inherent lustre,
Dazzle the gaze; and, like a priceless gem
Committed to some cunning polisher,
Grow more effulgent by the loss of substance.
SANUMATI [_aside. Looking at the King_].--Now that I have seen him, I
can well understand why Sakoontala should pine after such a man, in
spite of his disdainful rejection of her.
KING [_walking slowly up and down, in deep thought_].--
When fatal lethargy overwhelmed my soul,
My loved one strove to rouse me, but in vain:--
And now when I would fain in slumber deep
Forget myself, full soon remorse doth wake me.
SANUMATI [_aside_].--My poor Sakoontala's sufferings are very similar.
MATHAVYA [_aside_].--He is taken with another attack of this odious
Sakoontala fever.
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