[_Falls down in an agony of grief_.
CHATURIKA [_looking at him in consternation_].--Great King, compose
yourself.
SANUMATI [_aside_].--Alas! alas! though a bright light is shining near
him, he is involved in the blackest darkness, by reason of the veil that
obscures his sight. I will now reveal all, and put an end to his misery.
But no; I heard the mother of the great Indra, when she was consoling
Sakoontala, say, that the gods will soon bring about a joyful union
between husband and wife, being eager for the sacrifice which will be
celebrated in their honor on the occasion. I must not anticipate the
happy moment, but will return at once to my dear friend and cheer her
with an account of what I have seen and heard.
[_Rises aloft and disappears_.
A VOICE [_behind the scenes_].--Help! help! to the rescue!
KING [_recovering himself. Listening_].--Ha! I heard a cry of distress,
and in Mathavya's voice. What ho there!
VETRAVATI [_entering_].--Your friend is in danger; save him, great King.
KING.--Who dares insult the worthy Mathavya?
VETRAVATI.
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