What sin is yet to come, or woe, Now thou hast done this deed of hate? Like sin's foul self, hast thou laid low The sinless goddess of our state. 39
[_Aside._] Ah! Perhaps the wretch means to lay this sin to my charge. I must go hence. [_He walks about. Sansthanaka approaches and holds him back._] Scoundrel! Touch me not. I have done with you. I go.
_Sansthanaka._ Aha! Firsht you murder Vasantasena, then you abuse me, and now where will you run to? And sho a man like me has n't anybody to protect him.
_Courtier._ You are an accursèd scoundrel!
I'll give you countless wealth, a piece of gold, A copper, and a cap, to have and hold. And sho the fame of thish great deed shall be A common property, and shan't touch me. 40
_Courtier._ A curse upon you! Yours, and yours only, be the deed.
_Sthavaraka._ Heaven avert the omen! [_Sansthanaka bursts out laughing._]
Be enmity between us! Cease your mirth! Damned be a friendship that so shames my worth! Never may I set eyes on one so low! I fling you off, an unstrung, broken bow. 41
_Sansthanaka._ Don't be angry. Come, let's go and play in the pond.
Unstained my life, and yet it seems to me Your friendship stains, and mocks my sinlessness, You woman-murderer! How could I be A friend to one whom women ever see With eyes half-closed in apprehension's stress? 42
When thou, sweet maid, art born again, Be not a courtezan reborn, But in a house which sinless men, And virtuous, and good, adorn. 43
_Sansthanaka._ Firsht you murder Vasantasena in my old garden Pushpakaranda, and now where will you run to? Come, defend yourshelf in court before my shishter's husband! [_He holds him back._]
_Courtier._ Enough, you accursèd scoundrel! [_He draws his sword._]
_Sansthanaka._ [_Recoiling in terror._] Shcared, are you? Go along, then.
_Courtier._ [_Aside._] It would be folly to remain here. Well, I will go and join myself to Sharvilaka, Chandanaka, and the rest. [_Exit._
_Sansthanaka._ Go to hell. Well, my little shon Sthavaraka, what kind of a thing is thish that I 've done?
_Sthavaraka._ Master, you have committed a terrible crime.
_Sansthanaka._ Shlave! What do you mean by talking about a crime? Well, I 'll do it thish way. [_He takes various ornaments from his person._] Take these gems. I give 'em to you. Whenever I want to wear them, I 'll take them back again, but the resht of the time they are yours.