_Courtier._ A curse upon you! Yours, and yours only, be the deed. _Sthāvaraka._ Heaven avert the omen! [_Sansthānaka bursts out laughing._] _Courtier._ Be enmity between us! Cease your mirth! Damned be a friendship that so shames my worth! Never may I set eyes on one so low! I fling you off, an unstrung, broken bow. 41 _Sansthānaka._ Don't be angry. Come, let's go and play in the pond. _Courtier._ Unstained my life, and yet it seems to me Your friendship stains, and mocks my sinlessness, You woman-murderer! How could I be A friend to one whom women ever see With eyes half-closed in apprehension's stress? 42 [_Mournfully._] Vasantasenā, When thou, sweet maid, art born again, Be not a courtezan reborn, But in a house which sinless men, And virtuous, and good, adorn. 43 _Sansthānaka._ Firsht you murder Vasantasenā in my old garden Pushpakaranda, and now where will you run to? Come, defend yourshelf in court before my shishter's husband! [_He holds him back._] _Courtier._ Enough, you accursèd scoundrel! [_He draws his sword._] _Sansthānaka._ [_Recoiling in terror._] Shcared, are you? Go along, then. _Courtier._ [_Aside._] It would be folly to remain here. Well, I will go and join myself to Sharvilaka, Chandanaka, and the rest. [_Exit._ P. 219.5] _Sansthānaka._ Go to hell. Well, my little shon Sthāvaraka, what kind of a thing is thish that I 've done? _Sthāvaraka._ Master, you have committed a terrible crime. _Sansthānaka._ Shlave! What do you mean by talking about a crime? Well, I 'll do it thish way. [_He takes various ornaments from his person._] Take these gems. I give 'em to you. Whenever I want to wear them, I 'll take them back again, but the resht of the time they are yours. _Sthāvaraka._ They should be worn only by my master. What have I to do with such things? _Sansthānaka._ Go along! Take these bullocks, and wait in the tower of my palace until I come. _Sthāvaraka._ Yes, master. [_Exit._ _Sansthānaka._ The gentleman has made himshelf invisible. He wanted to save himshelf. And the shlave I 'll put in irons in the palace tower, and keep him there. And sho the shecret will be shafe. I 'll go along, but firsht I 'll take a look at her. Is she dead, or shall I murder her again? [_He looks at Vasantasenā._] Dead as a doornail! Good! I 'll cover her with thish cloak. No, it has my name on it. Shome honesht man might recognize it. Well, here are shome dry leaves that the wind has blown into a heap. I 'll cover her with them. [_He does so, then pauses to reflect._] Good! I 'll do it thish way. I 'll go to court at once, and there I 'll lodge a complaint. I 'll shay that the merchant Chārudatta enticed Vasantasenā into my old garden Pushpakaranda, and killed her for her money.