A cat for crawling, and a deer for flight, A hawk for rending, and a dog for sight To judge the strength of men that wake or sleep, A snake, when 't is advisable to creep, Illusion's self, to seem a saint or rogue, Goddess of Speech in understanding brogue; A light in blackest night, in holes a lizard I can be, A horse on terra firma, and a ship upon the sea. 20 And again: Quick as a snake, and steady as a hill; In flight the prince of birds can show no greater skill; In searching on the ground I am as keen as any hare, In strength I am a lion, and a wolf to rend and tear. 21 _Radanikā._ [_Entering._] Dear me! Vardhamānaka went to sleep in the outer court, and now he is not there. Well, I will call Maitreya. [_She walks about._] [51.1. S. _Sharvilaka._ [_Prepares to strike down Radanikā, but first takes a look._] What! a woman? Good! I go. [_Exit._ * * * * * _Radanikā._ [_Recoiling in terror._] Oh, oh, a thief has cut a hole in the wall of our house and is escaping, I must go and wake Maitreya. [_She approaches Maitreya._] Oh, Maitreya, get up, get up! A thief has cut a hole in the wall of our house and has escaped. _Maitreya._ [_Rising._] What do you mean, wench? "A hole in the wall has cut a thief and has escaped"? _Radanikā._ Poor fool! Stop your joking. Don't you see it? _Maitreya._ What do you mean, wench? "It looks as if a second door had been thrown open"? Get up, friend Chārudatta, get up! A thief has made a hole in the wall of our house and has escaped. _Chārudatta._ Yes, yes! A truce to your jests! _Maitreya._ But it isn't a jest. Look! _Chārudatta._ Where? _Maitreya._ Why, here. _Chārudatta._ [_Gazing._] What a very remarkable hole! The bricks are drawn away below, above; The top is narrow, but the center wide; As if the great house-heart had burst with pride, Fearing lest the unworthy share its love. 22 To think that science should be expended on a task like this! _Maitreya._ My friend, this hole must have been made by one of two men; either by a stranger, or else for practice by a student of the science of robbery. For what man here in Ujjayinī does not know how much wealth there is in our house? _Chārud._ Stranger he must have been who made the breach, His customed harvest in my house to reap; He has not learned that vanished riches teach A calm, untroubled sleep. He saw the sometime greatness of my home And forced an entrance; for his heart did leap With short-lived hope; now he must elsewhere roam, And over broken hopes must sorely weep. 23 Just think of the poor fellow telling his friends: "I entered the house of a merchant's son, and found--nothing." P. 92.4]