Dushm. [advancing hastily.] Ah! while the race of Puru govern the world, and restrain even the most profligate, by good laws well administered, has any man the audacity to molest the lovely daughters of pious hermits?
Anu. Sir, no man is here audacious; but this damsel, our beloved friend was teased by a fluttering bee.
Dushm. [Approaching her.] Damsel, may thy devotion prosper!
Anu. Our guest must be received with due honours.
Pri. Stranger, you are welcome. Go, my Sacontalá; bring from the cottage a basket of fruit and flowers. This river will, in the meantime, supply water for his feet.
Dushm. Holy maid, the gentleness of thy speech does me sufficient honour.
Anu. Sit down awhile on this bank of earth, spread with the leaves of Septaperna: the shade is refreshing, and our lord must want repose after his journey.
Dushm. You too must all be fatigued by your hospitable attentions: rest yourselves, therefore, with me.
Pri. [Aside to Sacontalá.] Come, let us all be