--Oh! my dear friend, why were you so ill-natured as to tell me the
truth?
While, all entranced, I gazed upon her picture,
My loved one seemed to live before my eyes,
Till every fibre of my being thrilled
With rapturous emotion. Oh! 'twas cruel
To dissipate the day-dream, and transform
The blissful vision to a lifeless image.
[_Sheds tears_.
SANUMATI [_aside_].--Separated lovers are very difficult to please; but
he seems more difficult than usual.
KING.--Alas! my dear Mathavya, why am I doomed to be the victim of
perpetual disappointment?
Vain is the hope of meeting her in dreams,
For slumber night by night forsakes my couch:
And now that I would fain assuage my grief
By gazing on her portrait here before me,
Tears of despairing love obscure my sight.
SANUMATI [_aside_],--You have made ample amends for the wrong you did
Sakoontala in disowning her.
CHATURIKA [_entering_].--Victory to the King! I was coming along with
the box of colors in my hand------
KING.--What now?
CHATURIKA.--When I met the Queen Vasumati, attended by Taralika.
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