K. The world would die out if everybody turned monk.
G. First, you are not everybody, and secondly, would it not be a blessing if the whole world would try to be sanctified?
K. Pshaw! Mankind consists of different castes and professions, of soldiers and merchants, of peasants and artisans and teachers. Mankind is like a body with various limbs, a head and hands, feet and chest and neck. A man who were head only could not live, and if mankind consisted of Buddhas only we would starve. We need a Buddha, but there must also be householders. Now quick give me a kiss.
She pouts.
K. If you do not kiss me I shall go back to the forest of Uruvela. Nanda, the shepherd's daughter, is a very pretty girl. She is as pretty as you are. She is,—well, her cheeks are rosier than yours. She is a little taller, and she is so graceful when she milks the kine. The shepherd needs a helper. I am sure he would like to have a son-in-law.
Rahula enters.
R. Gopa! Mother wants you.
G. [Kisses K. quickly] Here is a kiss, but you must forget Nanda. [Runs away.]
K. Stay a moment longer!
G. I have no time. [Exit.]