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O Sunanda, why are you come? (Doorkeeper whispers in his ear.) O prince, my father has sent for me.

Go, then.

The prince should not stay too long in this ill-omened region.

[Exit.

I will descend from this mountain peak and look at the searshore. (Walks about.)

Alas! my darling son, Śankhachúda, how can I endure to see thee slain to-day?

Ha! a cry of distress as if from a woman! Who can it be? of what is she afraid? I will try to know.

[Walks about.

Alas! my son, Śankhachúda, how can I endure to see you slain this day? (Taking hold of his chin. ) Deprived of this moonface, Hades will become midnight.