Kashyapa. Kanva knows the whole matter through his divine insight. (He reflects.) Yet he should hear from us the pleasant tidings, how his daughter and her son have been received by her husband. Who waits without? (Enter a pupil.)
Pupil. I am here, holy one.
Kashyapa. Galava, fly through the air at once, carrying pleasant tidings from me to holy Kanva. Tell him how Durvasas' curse has come to an end, how Dushyanta recovered his memory, and has taken Shakuntala with her child to himself.
Pupil. Yes, holy one. (Exit.)
Kashyapa (to the king). My son, enter with child and wife the chariot of your friend Indra, and set out for your capital.
King. Yes, holy one.
Kashyapa. For now
May Indra send abundant rain,
Repaid by sacrificial gain;
With aid long mutually given,
Rule you on earth, and he in heaven.
King. Holy one, I will do my best.
Kashyapa. What more, my son, shall I do for you?