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Rh insulted by you, and I daresay your master, Mitrávasu, will be angry on hearing of it. So you had better pay respect to him.

Whatsoever Navamáliká orders. (After embracing the .) O sir, you were joked with by me, thinking you were one of my relations. (Reeling about.) Am I really Śekharaka? Has any joke really been made? (Making his upper garment into a bundle, he offers it as a seat.) Let my relation take a seat here.

Thank goodness! he has passed the violent stage of his drunkenness.

[He sits down.

O Navamáliká, do you take a seat at his side, so that I may pay my respects to you both at once.

[, with a laugh, sits down.

Slave, fill this to the brim with wine.

[ gesticulates the filling of the cup.

O Navamáliká, taste it, and pass it to him.