MATHAVYA [_aside_].--And so, I suppose, I must stand here to be devoured
by hunger, whilst he goes on in this sentimental strain.
KING.--O forsaken one, unjustly banished from my presence, take pity on
thy slave, whose heart is consumed by the fire of remorse, and return to
my sight.
_Enter Chaturika hurriedly, with a picture in her hand_.
CHATURIKA.--Here is the Queen's portrait. [_Shows the picture_.
MATHAVYA.--Excellent, my dear friend, excellent! The imitation of nature
is perfect, and the attitude of the figures is really charming. They
stand out in such bold relief that the eye is quite deceived.
SANUMATI [_aside_].--A most artistic performance! I admire the King's
skill, and could almost believe that Sakoontala herself was before me.
KING.--I own 'tis not amiss, though it portrays
But feebly her angelic loveliness.
Aught less than perfect is depicted falsely,
And fancy must supply the imperfection.
SANUMATI [_aside_].--A very just remark from a modest man, whose
affection is exaggerated by the keenness of his remorse.
MATHAVYA.
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