The style of the play is clear and not lacking either in force or dignity: dismayed by the dream of Bhānumatī Duryodhana comforts himself. [442] An̄giras says: grahāṇāṁ caritaṁ svapno nimittāny upayācitam phalanti kākatālīyaṁ tebhyaḥ prajñā na bibhyati. ‘The movements of the planets, dreams, omens, oblations, bear fruit by accident; therefore wise men fear them not.’ Graceful is his address to Bhānumatī if out of place: [443] kuru ghanoru padāni çanaiḥ çanair: api vimuñca gatiṁ parivepinīm patasi bāhulatopanibandhanam: mama nipīḍaya gāḍham uraḥsthalam. ‘O firm-limbed one, make slow thy steps; stay thy trembling gait; thou dost fall into the shelter of my arms; clasp me closely in thine embrace.’ But any display of tenderness is abnormal in Duryodhana; he rebukes his aged mother when she urges him to save his life by coming to terms with the enemy: [444] mātaḥ kim apy asadṛçaṁ vikṛtaṁ vacas te: sukṣatriyā kva bhavatī kva ca dīnataiṣā nirvatsale sutaçatasya vipattim etām: tvaṁ nānucintayasi rakṣasi mām ayogyam. ‘O mother, strange and unseemly is thy bidding. Ill accord thy noble birth and this faintness of spirit. Shame on thee, without natural affection, in that thou dost forget the cruel fate of thy hundred sons in seeking to save my life.’ In vain is Dhṛtarāṣṭra’s manly appeal to him: [445] dāyādā na yayor balena gaṇitās tau Droṇabhīṣmau hatau Karṇasyātmajam agrataḥ çamayato bhītaṁ jagat Phālgunāt vatsānāṁ nidhanena me tvayi ripuḥ çesapratijño ’dhunā krodhaṁ vairiṣu muñca vatsa pitarāv andhāv imau pālaya. ‘Slain are Droṇa and Bhīṣma whose peers none were deemed in might; all shrank in terror before Arjuna as he slew Karṇa’s son before his eyes; my dear ones slain, the foe’s whole aim is against thee now; lay aside thine anger with thy foes, and guard these thy blind parents.’ Admirably expressed is Bhīma’s wild fury when he disdains Yudhiṣṭhira’s effort to secure peace: [446] mathnāmi Kauravaçataṁ samare na kopād: Duḥçāsanasya rudhiraṁ na pibāmy urastaḥ saṁcūrṇayāmi gadayā na Suyodhanoru: sandhiṁ karotu bhavatāṁ nṛpatiḥ paṇena. ‘Shall I not in anger crush the hundred Kauravas in battle; shall I not drink the blood from Duḥçāsana’s breast; shall I not break with my club the thighs of Duryodhana, although your master buy peace at a price?’ Admirable also is his description of the sacrifice of battle: [447] catvāro vayam ṛtvijaḥ sa bhagavān karmopadeṣṭā hariḥ saṁgrāmādhvaradīkṣito narapatiḥ patnī gṛhītavratā Kauravyāḥ paçavaḥ priyāparibhavakleçopaçāntiḥ phalam rājanyopanimantraṇāya rasati sphītaṁ yaçodundubhiḥ.