The cattle all--their cuds let fall-- Lie drowsing in the shade; In heated pool their lips to cool, Deer throng the woodland glade; A prey to heat, the city street Makes wanderers afraid; The cart must shun the midday sun, And thus has been delayed. 11 _Sansthānaka._ Yesshir, Fasht to my head the heated shun-beam clings; Birds, flying creatures, alsho wingèd things Resht in the branches of the trees, while men, People, and pershons shigh and shigh again; At home they tarry, in their houses shtay, To bear the heat and burden of the day. 12 Well, shir, that shervant is n't here yet. I 'm going to shing shomething to passh the time. [_He sings._] There, shir, did you hear what I shang? _Courtier._ What shall I say? Ah, how melodious! [116.23. S. _Sansthānaka._ Why _should n't_ it be malodorous? Of nut-grass and cumin I make up a pickle, Of devil's-dung, ginger, and orris, and treacle; That's the mixture of perfumes I eagerly eat; Why should n't my voice be remarkably shweet? 13 Well, shir, I 'm jusht going to shing again, [_He does so._] There, shir, did you hear what I shang? _Courtier._ What shall I say? Ah, how melodious! _Sansthānaka._ Why _should n't_ it be malodorous? Of the flesh of the cuckoo I make up a chowder, With devil's-dung added, and black pepper powder; With oil and with butter I shprinkle the meat: Why should n't my voice be remarkably shweet? 14 But shir, the shervant is n't here yet. _Courtier._ Be easy in your mind. He will be here presently. [_Enter Vasantasenā in the bullock-cart, and Sthāvaraka._] _Sthāvaraka._ I 'm frightened. It is already noon. I hope Sansthānaka, the king's brother-in-law, will not be angry. I must drive faster. Get up, bullocks, get up! _Vasantasenā._ Alas! That is not Vardhamānaka's voice. What does it mean? I wonder if Chārudatta was afraid that the bullocks might become weary, and so sent another man with another cart. My right eye twitches. My heart is all a-tremble. There is no one in sight. Everything seems to dance before my eyes. _Sansthānaka._ [_Hearing the sound of wheels._] The cart is here, shir. _Courtier._ How do you know? _Sansthānaka._ Can't you shee? It shqueaks like an old hog. _Courtier._ [_Perceives the cart._] Quite true. It is here. _Sansthānaka._ Sthāvaraka, my little shon, my shlave, are you here? _Sthāvaraka._ Yes, sir. _Sansthānaka._ Is the cart here? P. 194.9] _Sthāvaraka._ Yes, sir. _Sansthānaka._ Are the bullocks here? _Sthāvaraka._ Yes, sir. _Sansthānaka._ And are you here? _Sthāvaraka._ [_Laughing._] Yes, master, I am here too. _Sansthānaka._ Then drive the cart in. _Sthāvaraka._ By which road? _Sansthānaka._ Right here, where the wall is tumbling down.