This golden cord that trembles on the breast Of great Airāvata;[67] upon the crest Of rocky hills this banner all ablaze; This lamp in Indra's palace; but most blest As telling where your most beloved stays. 33 _Vasantasenā._ And here, sir, is his house. _Courtier._ You know all the arts, and need no instruction now. Yet love bids me prattle. When you enter here, you must not show yourself too angry. Where anger is, there love is not; Or no! except for anger hot, There is no love. Be angry! make him angry then! Be kind! and make him kind again-- The man you love. 34 So much for that. Who is there? Let Chārudatta know, that P. 145.17] While clouds look beautiful, and in the hour Fragrant with nīpa and kadamba flower, She comes to see her lover, very wet. With dripping locks, but pleased and loving yet. Though lightning and though thunder terrifies, She comes to see you; 't is for you she sighs. The mud still soils the anklets on her feet, But in a moment she will have them sweet. 35 _Chārudatta._ [_Listening._] My friend, pray discover what this means. _Maitreya._ Yes, sir. [_He approaches Vasantasenā. Respectfully._] Heaven bless you! _Vasantasenā._ I salute you, sir. I am very glad to see you. [_To the courtier._] Sir, the maid with the umbrella is at your service. _Courtier._ [_Aside._] A very clever way to get rid of me. [_Aloud._] Thank you. And mistress Vasantasenā, Pride and tricks and lies and fraud Are in your face; False playground of the lustful god, Such is your face; The wench's stock in trade, in fine, Epitome of joys divine, I mean, your face-- For sale! the price is courtesy. I trust you'll find a man to buy Your face. [_Exit._] 36 _Vasantasenā._ Good Maitreya, where is your gambler? _Maitreya._ [_Aside._] "Gambler"? Ah, she's paying a compliment to my friend. [_Aloud._] Madam, here he is in the dry orchard. _Vasantasenā._ But sir, what do you call a dry orchard? _Maitreya._ Madam, it's a place where there's nothing to eat or drink, [_Vasantasenā smiles._] Pray enter, madam. _Vasantasenā._ [_Aside to her maid._] What shall I say when I enter? [87.17. S. _Maid._ "Gambler, what luck this evening?" _Vasantasenā._ Shall I dare to say it? _Maid._ When the time comes, it will say itself. _Maitreya._ Enter, madam. _Vasantasenā._ [_Enters, approaches Chārudatta, and strikes him with the flowers which she holds._] Well, gambler, what luck this evening? _Chārudatta._ [_Discovers her._] Ah, Vasantasenā is here. [_He rises joyfully._] Oh, my belovèd, My evenings pass in watching ever, My nights from sighs are never free; This evening cannot else than sever-- In bringing you--my grief and me. 37