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P. 198.12] Sansthānaka. Are those things jackals that I shee flying into the air, and are those things crows that walk on all fours? While the witch is chewing him with, her eyes, and looking at him with her teeth, I'll make my eshcape.

Courtier. [''Perceives Vasantasenā. Sadly to himself''.] Is it possible? The gazelle follows the tiger. Alas!

Her mate is lovely as the autumn moon,

Who waits for her upon the sandy dune;

And yet the swan will leave him? and will go

To dance attendance on a common crow?

[Aside to Vasantasenā.] Ah, Vasantasenā! This is neither right, nor worthy of you.

Your pride rejected him before,

Yet now for gold, and for your mother's will

Vasantasenā. No! [She shakes her head.]

Courtier.

Your nature knows your pride no more;

You honor him, a common woman still.

Did I not tell you to "serve the man you love, and him you hate"?

Vasantasenā. I made a mistake in the cart, and thus I came hither. I throw myself upon your protection.

Courtier. Do not fear. Come, I must deceive him. [He returns to Sansthānaka.] Jackass, there is indeed a witch who makes her home in the cart.

Sansthānaka. But shir, if a witch is living there, why aren't you robbed? And if it's a thief, why aren't you eaten alive?

Courtier. Why try to determine that? But if we should go back on foot through the gardens until we came to the city, to Ujjayinī, what harm would that do?

Sansthānaka. And if we did, what then?