Madanikā. Really?
Sharvilaka. Really.
Vasantasenā. [Recovering consciousness.] Ah, I breathe again.
Madanikā. Thank heaven!
Sharvilaka. [Jealously.] What does this "Thank heaven" mean, Madanikā?
I sinned for you, when love had made me pine,
Although my house was good since time began;
Love took my virtue, but my pride is mine.
You call me friend and love another man?9
[Meaningly.]
A noble youth is like a goodly tree;
His wealth, the fruit so fair;
The courtezan is like a bird; for she
Pecks him and leaves him bare.10
Love is a fire, whose flame is lust,
Whose fuel is gallantry,
Wherein our youth and riches must
Thus sacrificèd be.11
[62.16. S.