Dushm. Raivataca, bid my charioteer bring my car, with my bow and quiver.
Cham. I obey. [He goes out.
First Bráhm. Such condescension well becomes thee, who art an universal guardian.
Second Bráhm. Thus do the descendants of Puru perform their engagement to deliver their subjects from fear of danger.
Dushm. Go first, holy men; I will follow instantly.
Both. Be ever victorious. [They go out.
Dushm. Shall you not be delighted, friend Mádhavya, to see my Sacontalá?
Mádh. At first I should have had no objection; but I have a considerable one since the story of the demons.
Dushm. Oh! fear nothing: you will be near me.
Mádh. And you, I hope, will have leisure to protect me from them.
The Chamberlain re-enters.
Cham. May our lord be victorious! The imperial car is ready; and all are expecting your triumphant approach. Carabba too, a mesenger from the queen-mother, is just arrived from the city.
Dushm. Is he really come from the venerable queen?
Cham. There can be no doubt of it.
Dushm. Let him appear before me.
The Chamberlain goes out and returns with the Messenger.
