The moon gives place to darkness as she dips Behind the western mountain; and the tips Of her uplifted horns alone appear, Like two sharp-pointed tusks uplifted clear, Where bathes an elephant in waters cool, Who shows naught else above the jungle pool. 6 P. 89.1] _Maitreya._ Well, here is our house. Vardhamānaka, Vardhamānaka, open the door! _Vardhamānaka._ I hear Maitreya's voice. Chārudatta has returned. I must open the door for him. [_He does so._] Master, I salute you. Maitreya, I salute you too. The couch is ready. Pray be seated. [_Chārudatta and Maitreya enter and seat themselves._] _Maitreya._ Vardhamānaka, call Radanikā to wash our feet. _Chārudatta._ [_Compassionately._] She sleeps. Do not wake her. _Vardhamānaka._ I will bring the water, Maitreya, and you may wash Chārudatta's feet. _Maitreya._ [_Angrily._] Look, man. He acts like the son of a slave that he is, for he is bringing water. But he makes me wash your feet, and I am a Brahman. _Chārudatta._ Good Maitreya, do you bring the water, and Vardhamānaka shall wash my feet. _Vardhamānaka._ Yes, Maitreya. Do you bring the water. [_Maitreya does so. Vardhamānaka washes Chārudatta's feet, then moves away._] _Chārudatta._ Let water be brought for the Brahman's feet. _Maitreya._ What good does water do my feet? I shall have to roll in the dirt again, like a beaten ass. _Vardhamānaka._ Maitreya, you are a Brahman. _Maitreya._ Yes, like a slow-worm among all the other snakes, so am I a Brahman among all the other Brahmans. _Vardhamānaka._ Maitreya, I will wash your feet after all. [_He does so._] Maitreya, this golden casket I was to keep by day, you by night. Take it. [_He gives it to Maitreya, then exit._ _Maitreya._ [_Receiving the casket._] The thing is here still. Isn't there a single thief in Ujjayinī to steal the wretch that robs me of my sleep? Listen. I am going to take it into the inner court. [46.1. S. _Chārud._ Such lax attention we can ill afford. If we are trusted by a courtezan, Then, Brahman, prove yourself an honest man, And guard it safely, till it be restored. 7 [_He nods, repeating the stanza_ "The melody of song, the stricken strings:" _page_ 44.] _Maitreya._ Are you going to sleep? _Chārudatta._ Yes, so it seems. For conquering sleep, descending on mine eyes, First smites the brow with unresisted blow; Unseen, elusive, like old age, she tries To gather strength by weakening her foe. 8 _Maitreya._ Then let's go to sleep. [_He does so._] * * * * * [_Enter Sharvilaka._[45]] _Sharv._ I made an entrance for my body's round By force of art and arms, a path to deeds! I skinned my sides by crawling on the ground, Like a snake that sloughs the skin no longer sound: And now I go where my profession leads. 9