[Conceals himself.
[S']AKOONTALÁ.
Good Anasúyá, Priyamvadá has drawn this bark-dress too tightly about my chest. I pray thee, loosen it a little.
ANASÚYÁ.
I will. [Loosens it.
PRIYAMVADÁ. [Smiling.
Why do you lay the blame on me? Blame rather your own blooming youthfulness which imparts fulness to your bosom.
KING.
A most just observation!
This youthful form, whose bosom's swelling charms
By the bark's knotted tissue are concealed,
Like some fair bud close folded in its sheath,
Gives not to view the blooming of its beauty.