PRIEST [entering with an air of astonishment].—Great Prince, a stupendous prodigy has just occurred!
KING.—What is it?
PRIEST.—May it please your Majesty, so soon as Kanwa's pupils had departed,
Śakoontalá, her eyes all bathed in tears,
With outstretched arms bewailed her cruel fate—
KING.—Well, well, what happened then?
PRIEST.—When suddenly a shining apparition, In female shape, descended from the skies, Near the nymphs' pool, and bore her up to heaven. [All remain motionless with astonishment.
KING.—My good priest, from the very first I declined having anything to do with this matter. It is now all over, and we can never, by our conjectures, unravel the mystery; let it rest; go, seek repose.
PRIEST [looking at the King].—Be it so. Victory to the King! [Exit.
KING.—Vetravatí, I am tired out; lead the way to the bed-chamber.
WARDER.—This way, Sire. [They move away.