Clown (aloud). It is only a picture, man.
King. A picture?
Mishrakeshi. I too understand it now. But to him, thoughts are real experiences.
King. You have done an ill-natured thing.
When I was happy in the sight,
And when my heart was warm,
You brought sad memories back, and made
My love a painted form.
(He sheds a tear.)
Mishrakeshi. Fate plays strangely with him.
King. My friend, how can I endure a grief that has no respite?
I cannot sleep at night
And meet her dreaming;
I cannot see the sketch
While tears are streaming.
Mishrakeshi. My friend, you have indeed atoned—and in her friend's presence—for the pain you caused by rejecting dear Shakuntala. (Enter the maid CHATURIKA.)