Tradition tells that King Bimbisara, hearing of the noble monk, went out to see him and offered him to take part in the government. This being refused, the King requested him to visit Rajagaha, the royal residence, as soon as Siddhattha had become a Buddha. Siddhattha is seated under a tree near a brook; the king stands before him, surrounded by his retinue. 3 PREACHING TO THE VILLAGERS. Under the tree in the market place of a Hindu village The Buddha is seated in the attitude of a preacher. The villagers stand or squat around intently listening. 4. SAVED FROM STARVATION In company with other monks, Siddhattha sought for a while enlightenment by self-mortification. Being exhausted by severe fasts, the mendicant faints, and Nanda, the shepherd's daughter, passing by, refreshes him with rice milk. His five disciples at a distance fear that he has given up his quest for truth. ACT II. FIRST SCENE [Seven years have elapsed since the first act. A room in the royal palace at Magadha] _Present: NAGADEVA (N), the prime minister, GENERAL SIHA (GS), commander-in-chief of the Magadha forces. Later on the MASTER OF CEREMONIES (MC), KING BIMBISARA (Bb.), a trumpeter and a small body guard._ _N._ It is a joy to serve this mighty king Whose power extendeth over many lands. In peace he ruleth wisely, and his subjects Obey him willingly for he is just. In war he swoops upon his enemies As doth a hawk upon a helpless chicken, Quick in attack, lucky in every fight. Indeed he earned his name deservedly, The warlike Bimbisara. _GS._ At his side I fought with him in many a doubtful battle With all the odds against us, but his daring, Joined to a rare instinctive foresight By which he could anticipate all dangers, Would win the day and ne'er was he defeated! In this our latest war he took great risks, Might have been taken by his foes, and would Have lost his liberty, his throne, his life; But venturing much he won, and by exposing His own high person in the brunt of battle He stirred the courage of his followers To do great deeds of valor. _MASTER OF CEREMONIES enters with a trumpeter._ _MC._ Noble lords, Mis majesty, our royal lord, is coming To meet you here in private council. _Trumpeter blows a signal._ _GS._ Hail the victorious, warlike Bimbisara! _Both kneel as the king enters preceded and followed by a small body guard._ _Bb._ Be greeted noble lords. _N._ We wish you joy and the continuance of your good fortune. _Bb._ I have a matter to bespeak with you, Far-reaching weighty plans of great importance. I wish to be alone with you. _Turning to the captain of his body guards._ Captain, have this room guarded by your soldiers. The gong shall call you when I need your service. _The soldiers march out of the room._