Aryaka. [Takes it. Joyfully to himself.]
A sword, a sword! My right eye twitches fast.[1]
Now all is well, and I am safe at last. 24
Chandanaka. Madam,
As I have given you a passage free,
So may I live within your memory.
To utter this, no selfish thoughts could move;
Ah no, I speak in plenitude of love. 25
Aryaka. Chandanaka is rich in virtues pure;
My friend is he—Fate willed it—true and tried.
I'll not forget Chandanaka, be sure,
What time the oracle is justified. 26
Chand. May Shiva, Vishnu, Brahma, Three in One,
Protect thee, and the Moon, and blessèd Sun;
Slay all thy foes, as mighty Pārvatī
Slew Shumbha and Nishumbha—fearfully. 27
[Exit Vardhamānaka, with the bullock-cart. Chandanaka looks toward the back of the stage.] Aha! As he goes away, my good friend Sharvilaka is following him. Well, I've made an enemy of Vīraka, the chief constable and the king's favorite; so I think I too had better be following him, with all my sons and brothers.
[Exit.
- ↑ A good omen, in the case of a man.
