A VOICE BEHIND THE SCENES.
Hold, O King! this deer belongs to our hermitage.
Kill it not! kill it not!
CHARIOTEER. [Listening and looking.
Great King, some hermits have stationed themselves so as to screen the antelope at the very moment of its coming within range of your arrow.
KING. [Hastily.
Then stop the horses.
CHARIOTEER.
I obey.
[Stops the chariot.
Enter a HERMIT, and two others with him.]