MÁTHAVYA.—Don't distress yourself; I quite understand.
[Exeunt.
PRELUDE TO ACT THIRD
Scene.—The Hermitage
Enter a young Bráhman, carrying bundles of Kuśa-grass for the use of the sacrificing priests.
YOUNG BRÁHMAN.—How wonderful is the power of King Dushyanta! No sooner did he enter our hermitage, than we were able to proceed with our sacrificial rites, unmolested by the evil demons.
No need to fix the arrow to the bow;
The mighty monarch sounds the quivering string,
And, by the thunder of his arms dismayed,
Our demon foes are scattered to the wind.
I must now, therefore, make haste and deliver to the sacrificing priests these bundles of Kuśa-grass, to be strewn round the altar. [