SCENE III
Chitra
No, impossible. To face that fervent gaze that almost grasps you like clutching hands of the hungry spirit within; to feel his heart struggling to break its bounds urging its passionate cry through the entire body—and then to send him away like a beggar—no, impossible.
Enter Madana and Vasanta.
Ah, god of love, what fearful flame is this with which thou hast enveloped me! I burn, and I burn whatever I touch.
Madana
I desire to know what happened last night.
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