THE CHARIOTEER
This is no place for you, King! nor have you deserved to be forced to listen to this recital of a deed which makes hell shudder in pity.
SOMAKA
Drive off in your chariot!—Brahmin, my place is by you in this hell. The Gods may forget my sin, but can I forget the last look of agonised surprise on my child's face when, for one terrible moment, he realised that his own father had betrayed his trust?
Enter DHARMA, the Judge of Departed Spirits
DHARMA
King, Heaven waits for you.
SOMAKA
No, not for me. I killed my own child.