MATHAVYA.--Well, then, wait a moment; I will soon demolish Master Kama's
arrow with a cut of my cane.
[_Raises his stick and strikes off the mango-blossom._
KING [_smiling_].--That will do. I see very well the god of Love is not
a match for a Brahman. And now, my dear friend, where shall I sit down,
that I may enchant my sight by gazing on the twining plants, which seem
to remind me of the graceful shape of my beloved?
MATHAVYA.--Do you not remember? you told Chaturika you should pass the
heat of the day in the jasmine bower; and commanded her to bring the
likeness of your queen Sakoontala, sketched with your own hand.
KING.--True. The sight of her picture will refresh my soul. Lead the way
to the arbor.
MATHAVYA.--This way, Sire.
[_Both move on, followed by Sanumati._
MATHAVYA.--Here we are at the jasmine bower. Look, it has a marble seat,
and seems to bid us welcome with its offerings of delicious flowers. You
have only to enter and sit down. [_Both enter and seat themselves._
SANUMATI [_aside_].--I will lean against these young jasmines.
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