Returned to Raghu's royal son.

Canto XLI. Ráma's Envoy.

When Ráma saw each bloody trace

On King Sugríva's limbs and face,

He cried, while, sorrowing at the view,

His arms about his friend he threw:

“Too venturous chieftain, kings like us

Bring not their lives in peril thus;

Nor, save when counsel shows the need,