KING.
Painted? impossible!
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Even I did not perceive it; how much less should he!
KING.
Oh! my dear friend, why were you so ill-natured as to tell me the truth?
While all entranced, I gazed upon her picture,
My loved one seemed to live before my eyes
Till every fibre of my being thrilled
With rapturous emotion. Oh! 'twas cruel
To dissipate the day-dream, and transform
The blissful vision to a lifeless image.
[Sheds tears.
SÁNUMATÍ. [Aside.
Separated lovers are very difficult to please; but he seems more difficult than usual.