KANWA [_aside_].--I must think of some appropriate message to send to his majesty King Dushyanta. [_Reflects._ ŚAKOONTALÁ [_aside to Anasúyá_].--See, see, dear Anasúyá, the poor female Chakraváka-bird, whom cruel fate dooms to nightly separation from her mate, calls to him in mournful notes from the other side of the stream, though he is only hidden from her view by the spreading leaves of the water-lily. Her cry is so piteous that I could almost fancy she was lamenting her hard lot in intelligible words. ANASÚYÁ.--Say not so, dearest. Fond bird! though sorrow lengthen out her night Of widowhood, yet with a cry of joy She hails the morning light that brings her mate Back to her side. The agony of parting Would wound us like a sword, but that its edge Is blunted by the hope of future meeting. KANWA.--Śárngarava, when you have introduced Śakoontalá into the presence of the King, you must give him this message from me. ŚÁRNGARAVA.--Let me hear it, venerable father. KANWA.--This is it-- Most puissant prince! we here present before thee One thou art bound to cherish and receive As thine own wife; yea, even to enthrone As thine own queen--worthy of equal love With thine imperial consorts. So much, Sire, We claim of thee as justice due to us, In virtue of our holy character-- In virtue of thine honorable rank-- In virtue of the pure spontaneous love That secretly grew up 'twixt thee and her, Without consent or privity of us. We ask no more--the rest we freely leave To thy just feeling and to destiny. ŚÁRNGARAVA.--A most suitable message. I will take care to deliver it correctly. KANWA.--And now, my child, a few words of advice for thee. We hermits, though we live secluded from the world, are not ignorant of worldly matters. ŚÁRNGARAVA.--No, indeed. Wise men are conversant with all subjects. KANWA.--Listen, then, my daughter. When thou reachest thy husband's palace, and art admitted into his family, Honor thy betters; ever be respectful To those above thee; and, should others share Thy husband's love, ne'er yield thyself a prey To jealousy; but ever be a friend, A loving friend, to those who rival thee In his affections. Should thy wedded lord Treat thee with harshness, thou must never be Harsh in return, but patient and submissive. Be to thy menials courteous, and to all Placed under thee, considerate and kind: Be never self-indulgent, but avoid Excess in pleasure; and, when fortune smiles, Be not puffed up. Thus to thy husband's house Wilt thou a blessing prove, and not a curse. What thinks Gautamí of this advice? GAUTAMÍ.--An excellent compendium, truly, of every wife's duties! Lay it well to heart, my daughter. KANWA.--Come, my beloved child, one parting embrace for me and for thy companions, and then we leave thee.