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Vardh. MASTER, kindly and benevolent,

His servants love, however poor he be.

The purse-proud, with a will on harshness bent,

Pays service in the coin of cruelty.

And again:

A bullock greedy for a feast of corn

You never can prevent;

A wife who wants her lord to wear a horn

You never can prevent;

A man who loves to gamble night and morn

You never can prevent;

And blemishes that with a man are born

You never can prevent.

It is some time since Chārudatta went to the concert. It is past midnight, and still he does not come. I think I will go into the outer hall and take a nap. [He does so.]

Chārudatta. How beautifully Rebhila sang! The lute is indeed a pearl, a pearl not of the ocean.

Gently the anxious lover's heart befriending,

Consoling when true lovers may not meet,

To love-lorn souls the dearest comforts sending,

It adds to sweetest love its more of sweet.

Maitreya. Well then, let's go into the house.

Chārudatta. But how wonderfully Master Rebhila sang!