The suspicion has certainly crossed my
mind that some of her celestial companions may have taken her to their
own abode.
SANUMATI [_aside_].--His present recollection of every circumstance of
her history does not surprise me so much as his former forgetfulness.
MATHAVYA.--If that's the case, you will be certain to meet her before
long.
KING.--Why?
MATHAVYA.--No father and mother can endure to see a daughter suffering
the pain of separation from her husband.
KING.--Oh! my dear Mathavya,
Was it a dream? or did some magic dire,
Dulling my senses with a strange delusion,
Overcome my spirit? or did destiny,
Jealous of my good actions, mar their fruit,
And rob me of their guerdon? It is past,
Whatever the spell that bound me. Once again
Am I awake, but only to behold
The precipice o'er which my hopes have fallen.
MATHAVYA.--Do not despair in this manner. Is not this very ring a proof
that what has been lost may be unexpectedly found?
KING [_gazing at the ring_].--Ah! this ring, too, has fallen from a
station which it will not easily regain, and deserves all my sympathy.
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