KOSHALA.
I shall obey his call; I am going at once.
VIDARBHA.
Kanchi, I cannot agree with you in your proposal to wait till this function is over. I am going.
KALINGA.
You are older than I am—I shall follow you.
PANCHALA.
Look behind you, Prince of Kanchi, your regal umbrella is lying in the dust: you have not noticed when your umbrella-holder has stolen away.
KANCHI.
All right, general. I too am going—but not to do him homage. I go to fight him on the battle-ground.
GRANDFATHER.
You will meet my King in the field of battle: that is no mean place for your reception.
VIRAT.
Look here, friends, perhaps we are all flying before an imagined terror—it looks as if the King of Kanchi will have the best of it.
PANCHALA.
Possibly, when the fruit is so near the hand, it is cowardly and foolish to go away without plucking it.
KALINGA.
It is better to join the King of Kanchi. He cannot be without a definite plan and purpose when he is doing and daring so much.