Listen, dear friends, and tell me whether the ideas are appropriately expressed.
PRIYAMVADÁ AND ANASÚYÁ.
We are all attention.
[S']AKOONTALÁ. [Reads.
I know not the secret thy bosom conceals,
Thy form is not near me to gladden my sight;
But sad is the tale that my fever reveals,
Of the love that consumes me by day and by night.
KING. [Advancing hastily towards her.
Nay, Love does but warm thee, fair maiden,—thy frame
Only droops like the bud in the glare of the noon;
But me he consumes with a pitiless flame,
As the beams of the day-star destroy the pale moon.
PRIYAMVADÁ AND ANASÚYÁ.
[Looking at him joyfully and rising to salute him.
Welcome, the desire of our hearts, that so speedily presents itself!