_Sthāvaraka._ A curse on slavery! A slave convinces nobody. [_Mournfully._] Noble Chārudatta, I have no further power. [_He falls at Chārudatta's feet._] _Chārudatta._ [_Mournfully._] Rise, rise! Kind soul to good men fallen on pain! Brave friend who lendest such unselfish aid! Thy greatest toil to save me was in vain, For fate would not. Thy duty now is paid. 31 P. 270.15] _Headsmen._ Beat your servant, master, and drive him away. _Sansthānaka._ Out of the way, you! [_He drives Sthāvaraka away._] Come, headsmen, what are you waiting for? Kill him. _Headsmen._ Kill him yourself, if you are in a hurry. _Rohasena._ Oh, headsmen, kill me and let father go free. _Sansthānaka._ Yesh, shon _and_ father, kill them both. _Chārudatta._ This fool might do anything. Go, my son, to your mother. _Rohasena._ And what should I do then? _Chārud._ Go with thy mother to a hermitage; No moment, dear, delay; Lest of thy father's fault thou reap the wage, And tread the selfsame way. 32 And you, my friend, go with him. _Maitreya._ Oh, my friend, have you so known me as to think that I can live without you? _Chārudatta._ Not so, my friend. Your life is your own. You may not throw it away. _Maitreya._ [_Aside._] True. And yet I cannot live apart from my friend. And so, when I have taken the boy to his mother, I will follow my friend even in death. [_Aloud._] Yes, my friend, I will take him to her at once. [_He embraces Chārudatta, then falls at his feet. Rohasena does the same, weeping._] _Sansthānaka._ Look here! Did n't I tell you to kill Chārudatta, and his shon, too? [_At this, Chārudatta betrays fear._] _Headsmen._ We have n't any orders from the king to kill Chārudatta, and his son, too. Run away, boy, run away! [_They drive Rohasena away._] Here is the third place of proclamation. Beat the drum! [_They proclaim the sentence again._] [167.1. S. _Sansthānaka._ [_Aside._] But the citizens don't believe it. [_Aloud._] Chārudatta, you jackanapes, the citizens don't believe it. Shay it with your own tongue, "I murdered Vasantasenā." [_Chārudatta remains silent._] Look here, headsmen! The man won't shpeak, the jackanapes Chārudatta. Jusht make him shpeak. Beat him a few times with thish ragged bamboo, or with a chain. _Goha._ [_Raises his arm to strike._] Come, Chārudatta, speak! _Chārudatta._ [_Mournfully._] Now am I sunk so deep in sorrow's sea, I know no fear, I know no sadness more; Yet even now one flame still tortures me, That men should say I slew whom I adore. 33 [_Sansthānaka repeats his words._] _Chārudatta._ Men of my own city! A scoundrel I, who bear the blame, Nor seek in heaven to be blest; A maid--or goddess--'t is the same-- But _he_ will say the rest. (ix. 30) _Sansthānaka._ Killed her! _Chārudatta._ So be it.