_Courtier._ I have persuaded the servant Sthāvaraka to come back, and now I will look for the jackass. [_He walks about and looks around him._] But see! A tree has fallen by the roadside, and killed a woman in its fall. O cruel! How couldst thou do this deed of shame? And when I see that a woman was slain by thy fatal fall, I too am felled to the earth. Truly, my heart's fear for Vasantasenā was an evil omen. Oh, heaven grant that all may yet be well! [_He approaches Sansthānaka._] Jackass, I have persuaded your servant Sthāvaraka to return. _Sansthānaka._ How do you do, shir? Sthāvaraka, my little shon, my shlave, how do you do? _Sthāvaraka._ Well, thank you. _Courtier._ Give me my pledge. _Sansthānaka._ What pledge? _Courtier._ Vasantasenā. _Sansthānaka._ She's gone. _Courtier._ Where? _Sansthānaka._ Right after you. _Courtier._ [_Doubtfully._] No, she did not go in that direction. _Sansthānaka._ In what direction did you go? _Courtier._ Toward the east. _Sansthānaka._ Well, she went shouth.[81] _Courtier._ So did I. P. 216.2] _Sansthānaka._ She went north. _Courtier._ This is nonsense. My heart is not satisfied. Speak the truth. _Sansthānaka._ I shwear by your head, shir, and my own feet. You may be easy in your heart. I murdered her. _Courtier._ [_Despairingly._] You really killed her? _Sansthānaka._ If you don't believe my words, then shee the firsht heroic deed of Sansthānaka, the king's brother-in-law. [_He points out the body._] _Courtier._ Alas! Ah, woe is me! [_He falls in a swoon._] _Sansthānaka._ Hee, hee! The gentleman is calm enough now! _Sthāvaraka._ Oh, sir! Come to yourself! I am the first murderer, for I brought the bullock-cart hither without looking into it. _Courtier._ [_Comes to himself. Mournfully._] Alas, Vasantasenā! The stream of courtesy is dried away, And happiness to her own land doth flee, Sweet gem of gems, that knew love's gentle play, Love's mart and beauty's! Joy of men like me! Thy mirth-shored stream, that kind and healing river-- Alas! is perished, lost, and gone forever! 38 [_Tearfully._] Ah, woe is me! What sin is yet to come, or woe, Now thou hast done this deed of hate? Like sin's foul self, hast thou laid low The sinless goddess of our state. 39 [_Aside._] Ah! Perhaps the wretch means to lay this sin to my charge. I must go hence. [_He walks about. Sansthānaka approaches and holds him back._] Scoundrel! Touch me not. I have done with you. I go. _Sansthānaka._ Aha! Firsht you murder Vasantasenā, then you abuse me, and now where will you run to? And sho a man like me has n't anybody to protect him. [131.8. S. _Courtier._ You are an accursèd scoundrel! _Sansth._ I'll give you countless wealth, a piece of gold, A copper, and a cap, to have and hold. And sho the fame of thish great deed shall be A common property, and shan't touch me. 40