GRANDFATHER.
That is why he gets people’s abuse as well as suspicion. But my King simply does not mind it in the least.
SUDARSHANA.
Has he gone away? Oh, oh, how hard, how cruel, how cruel! He is made of stone, he is hard as adamant! I tried to move him with my own bosom—my breast is torn and bleeding—but him I could not move an inch! Grandfather, tell me, how can you manage with such a friend?
GRANDFATHER.
I have known him now—I have known him through my griefs and joys—he can make me weep no more now.
SUDARSHANA.
Will he not let me know him also?
GRANDFATHER.
Why, he will, of course. Nothing else will satisfy him.
SUDARSHANA.
Very well, I shall see how hard he can be! I shall stay here near the window without saying a word; I shall not move an inch; let me see if he will not come!
GRANDFATHER.
You are young still—you can afford to wait for him; but to me, an old man, a moment’s loss is a week. I must set out to seek him whether I succeed or not.[Exit.]
SUDARSHANA.
I do not want him—I will not seek him! Surangama, I have no need of your King! Why did he fight with the princes? Was it for me at all? Did he want to show off his prowess and strength? Go away from here—I cannot bear your sight. He has humbled me to the dust, and is not satisfied still!
XVII
[A Band of Citizens]