MÁTALI. [Looking at the KING.
If your Majesty will rest under the shade, at the foot of this A[s']oka-tree [118], I will seek an opportunity of announcing your arrival to Indra's reputed father.
KING.
As you think proper.
[Remains under the tree.
MÁTALI.
Great King, I go. [Exit.
KING. [Feeling his arm throb.
Wherefore this causeless throbbing, O mine arm[18]?
All hope has fled for ever; mock me not
With presages of good, when happiness
Is lost, and nought but misery remains.