His loving-kindness unto such as we Has brought him low at last; From him could no man learn what insults be, Or e'er his wealth was past. This well-filled pool, that in its summer day Gave others drink, itself is dried away. 46 _Sansthānaka._ [_Impatiently._] Who is the shon of a shlave-wench anyway? Brave Shvetaketu is he, Pāndu's child? Or Rādhā's shon, the ten-necked ogre wild? Or Indradatta? or again, is he Shon of brave Rāma and of fair Kuntī? Or Dharmaputra? Ashvatthāman bold? Perhaps Jatāyu's shelf, that vulture old? 47 [19.19. S. _Courtier._ Fool! I will tell you who Chārudatta is. A tree of life to them whose sorrows grow, Beneath its fruit of virtue bending low; Father to good men; virtue's touchstone he; The mirror of the learned; and the sea Where all the tides of character unite; A righteous man, whom pride could never blight; A treasure-house, with human virtues stored; Courtesy's essence, honor's precious hoard. He doth to life its fullest meaning give, So good is he; we others breathe, not live. 48 Let us be gone. _Sansthānaka._ Without Vasantasenā? _Courtier._ Vasantasenā has disappeared. _Sansthānaka._ How? _Courtier._ Like sick men's strength, or like the blind man's sight, Like the fool's judgment, like the sluggard's might, Like thoughtless scoundrels' store of wisdom's light, Like love, when foemen fan our slumbering wrath, So did _she_ vanish, when you crossed her path. 49 _Sansthānaka._ I'm not going without Vasantasenā. _Courtier._ And did you never hear this? To hold a horse, you need a rein; To hold an elephant, a chain; To hold a woman, use a heart; And if you haven't one, depart. 50 _Sansthānaka._ If you're going, go along. I'm not going. _Courtier._ Very well. I will go. [_Exit._ P. 38.2] _Sansthānaka._ Mashter's gone, sure enough. [_To Maitreya._] Well, you man with the head that looks like a caret, you manikin, take a sheat, take a sheat. _Maitreya._ We have already been invited to take a seat. _Sansthānaka._ By whom? _Maitreya._ By destiny. _Sansthānaka._ Shtand up, then, shtand up! _Maitreya._ We shall. _Sansthānaka._ When? _Maitreya._ When fate is kind again. _Sansthānaka._ Weep, then, weep! _Maitreya._ We have wept. _Sansthānaka._ Who made you? _Maitreya._ Poverty. _Sansthānaka._ Laugh, then, laugh! _Maitreya._ Laugh we shall. _Sansthānaka._ When? _Maitreya._ When Chārudatta is happy once more.