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86 Remember:

For Ahalyā's sweet sake thou once didst lie;

Thou knowest lover's pain.

As thou didst suffer then, now suffer I;

O cruel, cease thy rain.

And yet:

Thunder and rain and lighten hundredfold

Forth from thy sky above;

The woman canst thou not delay nor hold

Who journeys to her love.

Let thunders roar, for men were cruel ever;

But oh, thou maiden lightning! didst thou never

Know pains that maidens know?

Courtier. But mistress, do not scold the lightning. She is your friend,

This golden cord that trembles on the breast

Of great Airāvata; upon the crest

Of rocky hills this banner all ablaze;

This lamp in Indra's palace; but most blest

As telling where your most belovèd stays.

Vasantasenā. And here, sir, is his house.

Courtier. You know all the arts, and need no instruction now. Yet love bids me prattle. When you enter here, you must not show yourself too angry.

Where anger is, there love is not;

Or no! except for anger hot,

There is no love.

Be angry! make him angry then!

Be kind! and make him kind again—

The man you love.

So much for that. Who is there? Let Chārudatta know, that