Though nurture, conquering nature, holds
Me back, it seems
As had I started and returned
In waking dreams.
Priyamvada (approaching SHAKUNTALA). You dear, peevish girl! You mustn't go.
Shakuntala (turns with a frown). Why not?
Priyamvada. You owe me the watering of two trees. You can go when you have paid your debt. (She forces her to come back.)
King. It is plain that she is already wearied by watering the trees. See!
Her shoulders droop; her palms are reddened yet;
Quick breaths are struggling in her bosom fair;
The blossom o'er her ear hangs limply wet;
One hand restrains the loose, dishevelled hair.
I therefore remit her debt. (He gives the two friends a ring. They take it, read the name engraved on it, and look at each other.)
King. Make no mistake. This is a present—from the king.
Priyamvada. Then, sir, you ought not to part with it. Your word is enough to remit the debt.
Anusuya. Well, Shakuntala, you are set free by this kind gentleman—or rather, by the king himself. Where are you going now?