Avaunt, monster! You may pride yourself on the magic that renders you invisible, but my arrow shall find you out. Thus do I fix a shaft That shall discern between an impious demon, And a good Bráhman; bearing death to thee, To him deliverance—even as the swan Distinguishes the milk from worthless water[101].
[Takes aim.
Enter MÁTALI[102] holding MÁ[T.]HAVYA, whom he releases.
MÁTALI.
Turn thou thy deadly arrows on the demons;
Such is the will of Indra; let thy bow
Be drawn against the enemies of the gods;
But on thy friends cast only looks of favour.
KING. [Putting back his arrow.
What, Mátali! Welcome, most noble charioteer of the mighty Indra.
MÁ[T.]HAVYA.
So, here is a monster who thought as little about slaughtering me as if I had been a bullock for sacrifice, and you must e'en greet him with a welcome.
MÁTALI. [Smiling.