Yesh, Chārudatta musht be shlaughtered now, And I 'll invent the plan, forgetting pity; The shacrificing of a sinless cow Is cruel in the kindesht-hearted city. 44 Now I 'm ready to go. [_He starts to go away, but perceives something that frightens him._] Goodnessh gracioush me! Wherever I go, thish damned monk comes with his yellow robes. I bored a hole in his nose once and drove him around, and he hates me. Perhaps he'll shee me, and will tell people that I murdered her. How shall I eshcape? [_He looks about._] Aha! I 'll jump over the wall where it is half fallen down, and eshcape that way. [133.8. S. I run, I run, I go, In heaven, on earth below, In hell, and in Ceylon, Hanūmat's peaks upon-- Like Indra's self, I go. [_Exit._] 45 [_Enter hurriedly the Buddhist monk, ex-shampooer._] _Monk._ I 've washed these rags of mine. Shall I let them dry on a branch? no, the monkeys would steal them. On the ground? the dust would make them dirty again. Well then, where shall I spread them out to dry? [_He looks about._] Ah, here is a pile of dry leaves which the wind has blown into a heap. I 'll spread them out on that. [_He does so._] Buddha be praised! [_He sits down._] Now I will repeat a hymn of the faith. Who slays the Five Men, and the Female Bane, By whom protection to the Town is given, By whom the Outcaste impotent is slain, He cannot fail to enter into heaven. (2) After all, what have I to do with heaven, before I have paid my debt to Vasantasenā, my sister in Buddha? She bought my freedom for ten gold-pieces from the gamblers, and since that day I regard myself as her property. [_He looks about._] What was that? a sigh that arose from the leaves? It cannot be. The heated breezes heat the leaves, The wetted garment wets the leaves, And so, I guess, the scattered leaves Curl up like any other leaves. 46 [_Vasantasenā begins to recover consciousness, and stretches out her hand._] P. 222.12] _Monk._ Ah, there appears a woman's hand, adorned with beautiful gems. What! a second hand? [_He examines it with the greatest care._] It seems to me, I recognize this hand. Yes, there is no doubt about it. Surely, this is the hand that saved me. But I must see for myself. [_He uncovers the body, looks at it, and recognizes it._] It _is_ my sister in Buddha. [_Vasantasenā pants for water._] Ah, she seeks water, and the pond is far away. What shall I do? An idea! I will hold this robe over her and let it drip upon her. [_He does so. Vasantasenā recovers consciousness, and raises herself. The monk fans her with his garment._] _Vasantasenā._ Who are you, sir? _Monk._ Has my sister in Buddha forgotten him whose freedom she bought for ten gold-pieces? _Vasantasenā._ I seem to remember, but not just as you say. It were better that I had slept never to waken.