KING.--We cannot but entertain the highest hopes of a child for whom
your highness performed the natal rites.
ADITI.--My revered husband, should not the intelligence be conveyed to
Kanwa, that his daughter's wishes are fulfilled, and her happiness
complete? He is Sakoontala's foster-father. Menaka, who is one of my
attendants, is her mother, and dearly does she love her daughter.
SAKOONTALA [_aside_].--The venerable matron has given utterance to the
very wish that was in my mind.
KASYAPA.--His penances have gained for him the faculty of omniscience,
and the whole scene is already present to his mind's eye.
KING.--Then most assuredly he cannot be very angry with me.
KASYAPA.--Nevertheless it becomes us to send him intelligence of this
happy event, and hear his reply. What, ho there!
PUPIL [_entering_].--Holy father, what are your commands?
KASYAPA.--My good Galava, delay not an instant, but hasten through the
air and convey to the venerable Kanwa, from me, the happy news that the
fatal spell has ceased, that Dushyanta's memory is restored, that his
daughter Sakoontala has a son, and that she is once more tenderly
acknowledged by her husband.
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