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O prince, take then this pair of garments.

[Presents them.

Give them to me. (Takes them.) The mandate of our lord is on my head.

Alas! my child, this seems like a flash of lightning.

[Faints.

The time for Garuda's approach is close at hand. I will be off.

[Exit.

O mother, recover thyself.

Alas! my son, alas! thou obtained by a hundred vows! Where shall I again behold thee?

[She clasps him round the neck.

Alas! the pitilessness of Garuda. I should think that the heart of the lord of birds must be made of very adamant, if, casting away all pity, he can eat this child in his mother's lap, while she, distracted, utters vain complaints, with tears streaming from her eyes, and,