Pri. Allow him room; it will appease him, and make him happy.
Sac. [Pretending anger, aside to Priyamvadá.] Be quiet, thou mischief-making girl! Dost thou sport with me in my present weak state.
Anu. [Looking behind the scenes.] O! my Priyamvadá, there is our favourite young antelope running wildly and turning his eyes on all sides; he is, no doubt, seeking his mother, who has rambled in the wide forest. I must go and assist his search.
Pri. He is very nimble; and you alone will never be able to confine him in one place. I must accompany you.
Sac. Alas! I cannot consent to your going far; I shall be left alone.
Both. [Smiling.] Alone! with the sovereign of the world by your side!
Sac. How could my companions both leave me?
Dushm. Sweet maid, give yourself no concern. Am not I, who humbly solicit your favour, present in the room of them?—[Aside.]—I must declare my passion.—[Aloud.]—Why should not I, like them, wave this fan of lotos leaves, to raise cool breezes and dissipate your uneasines? Why should not I, like them, lay softly in my lap those feet, red as water lilies, and press them, O my charmer, to relieve your pain?
Sac. I should offend against myself, by receiving homage from a person entitled to my respect.
