_S._ At last thou comest back, my wayward son, But why didst shame me? Why didst thou go begging Here in my capital? Thou art descended From ancestors who are a royal race. _B._ My ancestors are Buddhas of past ages, Their thinking has descended unto me, Their habits and their rules of life I follow, And not the regulations of a court. _The people rise to their feet again; KALA joins GOPA._ _S._ Tell me, what are the rules of former Buddhas? _B._ They greet you with a stanza in return For any food or hospitality. _S._ I shall be glad to hear what you will say. _B._ Awake from sleep, dispel the dream; Before the truth's bright ray Things truly are not what they seem But truth points out the way. Truth, truth alone will bring you bliss, In the next life and e'en in this. _RAHULA brings a rose to BUDDHA._ _R._ Here, father, is a rose I saved for you On the big bush where nests the nightingale. _B._ And this is Rahula! How you have grown! Where is your mother? _S._ Yasodhara was here, But would not stay. On hearing that you came She left the room and said that if at all You cared for her, you would not fail to ask. _B._ But I want to see her, lead me to the place. _BUDDHA hands his bowl to the King, PAJAPATI rises and leads the way. At a distance a flourish of trumpets._ _D._ What military signals do I hear? _S._ Go, Captain Devala, see what it means. _DEVALA exit. SUDDHODANA hands the bowl to one of the disciples._ _B._ Ye two disciples shall attend the meeting. Above all passion has the Buddha risen, But he will comfort her who loves him dearly. The Princess' heart is filled with deepest grief, And in no wise shall any one rebuke her In whatsoever way she greeteth him. _PAJAPATI opens the curtain leading to the apartment where YASODHARA sits. BUDDHA, PAJAPATI and SUDDHODANA enter. YASODHARA sinks down before him and holds his feet, weeping. The flourish of trumpets is repeated._ _S._ [_Grows restless, turns to PAJAPATI_] These warlike trumpets have a foreign sound And may forbode the enemy's attack. _He leaves the apartment where YASODHARA is and re-enters the hall, going toward the entrance in the background between the columns._ _B._ Yasodhara, I bring thee happy tidings, Deliverance is found, let go thy grief. _YASODHARA looking up to BUDDHA with deep emotion._ _Y._ Oh Lord, how did I long for your return, But in your eyes I have become as naught.