_Sansthānaka._ You manikin, give poor little Chārudatta thish messhage from me. "Thish wench with golden ornaments and golden jewels, thish female shtage-manager looking after the rehearsal of a new play, thish Vasantasenā--she has been in love with you ever shince she went into the park where Kāma's temple shtands. And when we tried to conciliate her by force, she went into your houshe. Now if you shend her away yourshelf and hand her over to me, if you reshtore her at once, without any lawshuit in court, then I'll be friends with you forever. But if you don't reshtore her, there will be a fight to the death." Remember: Shmear a pumpkin-shtalk with cow-dung; Keep your vegetables dried; Cook your rice in winter evenings; And be sure your meat is fried. Then let 'em shtand, and they will not Bothershomely shmell and rot. 51 [21.17. S. Tell it to him prettily, tell it to him craftily. Tell it to him sho that I can hear it as I roosht in the dove-cote on the top of my own palace. If you shay it different, I'll chew your head like an apple caught in the crack of a door. _Maitreya._ Very well. I shall tell him. _Sansthānaka._ [_Aside._] Tell me, shervant. Is mashter really gone? _Servant._ Yes, sir. _Sansthānaka._ Then we will go as quickly as we can. _Servant._ Then take your sword, master. _Sansthānaka._ You can keep it. _Servant._ Here it is, master. Take your sword, master. _Sansthānaka._ [_Taking it by the wrong end._] My shword, red as a radish shkin, Ne'er finds the time to molder; Shee how it shleeps its sheath within! I put it on my shoulder. While curs and bitches yelp at me, I roam, Like a hunted jackal, home. 52 [_Sansthānaka and the servant walk about, then exeunt._ _Maitreya._ Mistress Radanikā, you must not tell good Chārudatta of this outrage. I am sure you would only add to the poor man's sorrows. _Radanikā._ Good Maitreya, you know Radanikā. Her lips are sealed. _Maitreya._ So be it. * * * * * _Chārudatta._ [_To Vasantasenā._] Radanikā, Rohasena likes the fresh air, but he will be cold in the evening chill. Pray bring him into the house, and cover him with this mantle. [_He gives her the mantle._] P. 49.19] _Vasantasenā._ [_To herself._] See! He thinks I am his servant. [_She takes the mantle and perceives its perfume. Ardently to herself._] Oh, beautiful! The mantle is fragrant with jasmine. His youthful days are not wholly indifferent to the pleasures of the world. [_She wraps it about her, without letting Chārudatta see._] _Chārudatta._ Come, Radanikā, take Rohasena and enter the heart of the house. _Vasantasenā._ [_To herself._] Ah me unhappy, that have little part or lot in your heart! _Chārudatta._ Come, Radanikā, will you not even answer? Alas!