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Be be appeased, appeased, O Navamáliká!

This seems a good opportunity to make off.

[Tries to get away.

Where are you off to, you tawny monkey?

[''Binding him round the neck by the upper garment, he drags him along''.

O lady, Navamáliká, be appeased. Make him release me.

If you fall at my feet, with your head on the ground.

[She laughs.

Alas! How can I, who am a Brahman, and friend of the king of the Gandharvas, fall at the feet of the daughter of a slave?

I will compel you to bow presently.—Get up, Śekharaka, get up. I am satisfied. (She embraces him.) But here the dear friend of the bridegroom has been