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Wait a moment. My parents are come. I will first pay my respects to them.

Do so.

O queen, fortune favours you! Here is our son Jímútaváhana, not only alive, but respectfully waited on by Garuda, with his hands folded like a disciple.

O mighty king, my desires are all accomplished. I shall see his face, and surely his body must be uninjured.

Even though I see my husband, I cannot believe it. It is too dear to be true!

Come, my child, embrace me.

[ wishing to rise, the garment

falls off, and he faints.

O prince, revive, revive!

Alas! my child, having seen me, are you gone without an embrace?