_Maitreya._ Now you may put on the fetters yourself. He is free anyway. And it 's time for us to be going. _Chārudatta._ Peace! For shame! _Aryaka._ Chārudatta, my friend, I entered your cart somewhat unceremoniously. I beg your pardon. _Chārudatta._ I feel honored that you should use no ceremony with me. _Aryaka._ If you permit it, I now desire to go. _Chārudatta._ Go in peace. _Aryaka._ Thank you. I will alight from the cart. _Chārudatta._ No, my friend. The fetters have but this moment been removed, and you will find walking difficult. In this spot where men seek pleasure, a bullock-cart will excite no suspicion. Continue your journey then in the cart. [110.4. S. _Aryaka._ I thank you, sir. _Chārud._ Seek now thy kinsmen. Happiness be thine! _Aryaka._ Ah, I have found thee, blessèd kinsman mine! _Chārud._ Remember me, when thou hast cause to speak. _Aryaka._ Thy name, and not mine own, my words shall seek. _Chārud._ May the immortal gods protect thy ways! _Aryaka._ Thou didst protect me, in most perilous days. _Chārud._ Nay, it was fate that sweet protection lent. _Aryaka._ But thou wast chosen as fate's instrument. 7 _Chārudatta._ King Pālaka is aroused, and protection will prove difficult. You must depart at once. _Aryaka._ Until we meet again, farewell. [_Exit._ _Chārud._ From royal wrath I now have much to fear; It were unwise for me to linger here. Then throw the fetters in the well; for spies Serve to their king as keen, far-seeing eyes. 8 [_His left eye twitches._] Maitreya, my friend, I long to see Vasantasenā. For now, because I have not seen whom I love best, My left eye twitches; and my breast Is causeless-anxious and distressed. 9 Come, let us go. [_He walks about._] See! a Buddhist monk approaches, and the sight bodes ill. [_Reflecting._] Let him enter by that path, while we depart by this. [_Exit._ FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 71: Lallādīkṣita says that these are signs of royalty.] ACT THE EIGHTH THE STRANGLING OF VASANTASENA [_Enter a monk, with a wet garment in his hand._] _Monk._ Ye ignorant, lay by a store of virtue! Restrain the belly; watch eternally, Heeding the beat of contemplation's[72] drum, For else the senses--fearful thieves they be-- Will steal away all virtue's hoarded sum. 1 And further: I have seen that all things are transitory, so that now I am become the abode of virtues alone. Who slays the Five Men,[73] and the Female Bane,[74] By whom protection to the Town[75] is given, By whom the Outcaste[76] impotent is slain, He cannot fail to enter into heaven. 2 Though head be shorn and face be shorn, The heart unshorn, why should man shave him? But he whose inmost heart is shorn Needs not the shaven head to save him. 3