[Exit.
BOTH THE HERMITS. [Joyfully.
Well it becomes the King by acts of grace
To emulate the virtues of his race.
Such acts thy lofty destiny attest;
Thy mission is to succour the distressed.
KING. [Bowing to the HERMITS.
Go first, reverend Sirs, I will follow you immediately.
BOTH THE HERMITS.
May victory attend you!
[Exeunt.
KING.
My dear Má[T.]Havya, are not you full of longing to see
[S']akoontalá?