_Sansthānaka._ Are those things jackals that I shee flying into the air, and are those things crows that walk on all fours? While the witch is chewing him with her eyes, and looking at him with her teeth, I 'll make my eshcape. _Courtier._ [_Perceives Vasantasenā. Sadly to himself._] Is it possible? The gazelle follows the tiger. Alas! Her mate is lovely as the autumn moon, Who waits for her upon the sandy dune; And yet the swan will leave him? and will go To dance attendance on a common crow? 16 [_Aside to Vasantasenā._] Ah, Vasantasenā! This is neither right, nor worthy of you. Your pride rejected him before, Yet now for gold, and for your mother's will _Vasantasenā._ No! [_She shakes her head._] _Courtier._ Your nature knows your pride no more; You honor him, a common woman still. 17 Did I not tell[79] you to "serve the man you love, and him you hate"? _Vasantasenā._ I made a mistake in the cart, and thus I came hither. I throw myself upon your protection. _Courtier._ Do not fear. Come, I must deceive him. [_He returns to Sansthānaka._] Jackass, there is indeed a witch who makes her home in the cart. _Sansthānaka._ But shir, if a witch is living there, why are n't you robbed? And if it 's a thief, why are n't you eaten alive? _Courtier._ Why try to determine that? But if we should go back on foot through the gardens until we came to the city, to Ujjayinī, what harm would that do? _Sansthānaka._ And if we did, what then? [121.7. S. _Courtier._ Then we should have some exercise, and should avoid tiring the bullocks. _Sansthānaka._ All right. Sthāvaraka, my shlave, drive on. But no! Shtop, shtop! I go on foot before gods and Brahmans? Not much! I 'll go in my cart, sho that people shall shee me a long way off, and shay "There he goes, our mashter, the king's brother-in-law." _Courtier._ [_Aside._] It is hard to convert poison into medicine. So be it, then. [_Aloud._] Jackass, this is Vasantasenā, come to visit you. _Vasantasenā._ Heaven forbid! _Sansthānaka._ [_Gleefully._] Oh, oh! To visit me, an arishtocrat, a man, a regular Vāsudeva? _Courtier._ Yes. _Sansthānaka._ This is an unheard-of piece of luck. That other time I made her angry, sho now I 'll fall at her feet and beg her pardon. _Courtier._ Capital! _Sansthānaka._ I 'll fall at her feet myshelf. [_He approaches Vasantasenā._] Little mother, mamma dear, lishten to my prayer. I fold my hands and fall before thy feet-- Thine eyes are large, thy teeth are clean and neat, Thy finger-nails are ten--forgive thy shlave What, love-tormented, he offended, shweet. 18 _Vasantasenā._ [_Angrily._] Leave me! Your words are an insult! [_She spurns him with her foot._] _Sansthānaka._ [_Wrathfully._]