O forsaken one, unjustly banished from my presence, take pity on thy slave, whose heart is consumed by the fire of remorse, and return to my sight.
Enter CHATURIKÁ hurriedly, with a picture in her hand.
CHATURIKÁ.
Here is the Queen's portrait.
[Shows the picture.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA.
Excellent, my dear friend, excellent! The imitation of nature is perfect, and the attitude of the figures is really charming. They stand out in such bold relief that the eye is quite deceived.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
A most artistic performance! I admire the King's skill, and could almost believe that [S']akoontalá herself was before me.