_Maitreya._ [_Betraying his embarrassment._] Well, comrade, if I must go, at least let Radanikā go with me, to keep me company. _Chārudatta._ Radanikā, you are to accompany Maitreya. _Radanikā._ Yes, sir. _Maitreya_. Mistress Radanikā, do you take the offering and the candle while I open the side-door. [_He does so._] _Vasantasenā._ It seems as if the door took pity on me and opened of itself. I will lose no time, but enter. [_She looks in._] What? a candle? Oh dear, oh dear! [_She puts it out with her skirt and enters._] _Chārudatta._ What was that, Maitreya? _Maitreya._ I opened the side-door and the wind came through all in a lump and blew out the candle. Suppose you go out by the side-door, Radanikā, and I will follow as soon as I have gone into the courtyard and lighted the candle again. [_Exit._ _Sansthānaka._ Mashter! mashter! I'm looking for Vasantasenā. _Courtier._ Keep on looking, keep on looking! _Sansthānaka._ [_Does so._] Mashter! mashter! I've caught her! I've caught her! _Courtier._ Idiot, you've caught me. _Sansthānaka._ You shtand right here, mashter, and shtay where you're put. [_He renews the search and seizes the servant._] Mashter! mashter! I've caught her! I've caught her! P. 31.3] _Servant._ Master, you've caught me, your servant. _Sansthānaka._ Mashter here, shervant here! Mashter, shervant; shervant, mashter. Now shtay where you're put, both of you. [_He renews the search and seizes Radanikā by the hair._] Mashter! mashter! Thish time I've caught her! I've caught Vasantasenā! Through the black night she fled, fled she; Her garland's shmell betrayed her; Like Chānakya caught Draupadī, I caught her hair and shtayed her. 39 _Courtier._ Ah, proud to be so young, so fair! Too high thy love must not aspire; For now thy blossom-fragrant hair, That merits richest gems and rare, Serves but to drag thee through the mire. 40 _Sansth._ I've got your head, girl, got it tight, By the hair, the locks, and the curls, too. Now shcream, shqueak, shqueal with all your might "Shiva! Ishvara! Shankara! Shambhu!"[37] 41 _Radanikā._ [_In terror._] Oh, sirs, what does this mean? _Courtier._ You jackass! It's another voice. _Sansthānaka._ Mashter, the wench has changed her voice, the way a cat changes her voice, when she wants shome cream of curdled milk. _Courtier._ Changed her voice? Strange! Yet why so strange? She trod the stage; she learned the arts; She studied to deceive our hearts; And now she practises her parts. 42 [_Enter Maitreya._] _Maitreya._ Look! In the gentle evening breeze the flame of the candle is fluttering like the heart of a goat that goes to the altar. [_He approaches and discovers Radanikā._] Mistress Radanikā! [17.17. S. _Sansthānaka._ Mashter, mashter! A man! a man!