{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/lcc/lcc16.htm","path":"hin/lcc/lcc16.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/lcc/lcc16.htm","text":"[Enter Ch\u0101rudatta, accompanied by two headsmen.]\nHeadsmen.\nOut of the way, gentlemen, out of the way! This is the noble Ch\u0101rudatta.\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Gloomily.]\nHeadsmen. Out of the way, gentlemen, out of the way!\nCome, Ch\u0101rudatta, come!\nCh\u0101rudatta. Incalculable are the ways of human destiny, that I am come to such a plight!\n[He gazes intently before him.] Alas for human differences! [Mournfully.]\nHeadsmen. Out of the way, gentlemen, out of the way! Why do you gaze upon him?\nGoha. Look, Ah\u012bnta! Look, man!\nAh\u012bnta. Goha, man,\nAnd again:\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Gazes intently. Mournfully.]\nHeadsmen. Come, Ch\u0101rudatta, come! Here is the place of proclamation. Beat the drum and proclaim the sentence.\nListen, good people, listen! This is the noble Ch\u0101rudatta, son of S\u0101garadatta, and grandson of the merchant Vinayadatta. This malefactor enticed the courtezan Vasantasen\u0101 into the deserted old garden Pushpakaranda, and for a mere trifle murdered her by strangling. He was taken with the booty, and confessed his guilt. Therefore are we under orders from King P\u0101laka to execute him. And if any other commit such a crime, accurs\u00e8d in this world and the next, him too King P\u0101laka condemns to the like punishment.\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Despondently. Aside.]\n[He looks up and stops his ears.] Vasantasen\u0101! Oh, my belov\u00e8d!\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Looks about him.]\nHeadsmen. They are out of the way. The street is cleared. Lead on the condemned criminal.\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Sighing.]\nVoices behind the scenes. My father! Oh, my friend!\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Listens. Mournfully.] You are a leader in your own caste. I would beg a favor at your hands.\nHeadsmen. From our hands you would receive a favor?\nCh\u0101rudatta. Heaven forbid! Yet a headsman is neither so wanton nor so cruel as King P\u0101laka. That I may be happy in the other world, I ask to see the face of my son.\nHeadsmen. So be it.\nA voice behind the scenes. My father! oh, my father! [Ch\u0101rudatta hears the words, and mournfully repeats his request.]\nHeadsmen. Citizens, make way a moment. Let the noble Ch\u0101rudatta look upon the face of his son. [Turning to the back of the stage.] This way, sir! Come on, little boy!\n[Enter Maitreya, with Rohasena.]\nMaitreya. Make haste, my boy, make haste! Your father is being led to his death.\nRohasena. My father! oh, my father!\nMaitreya. Oh, my friend! Where must I behold you now?\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Perceives ins son and his friend.] Alas, my son! Alas, Maitreya! [Mournfully.] Ah, woe is me!\nWhat may I give my son? [He looks at himself, and perceives the sacrificial cord.] Ah, this at least is mine.\n[He gives Rohasena the cord.]\nGoha. Come, Ch\u0101rudatta! Come, man!\nAh\u012bnta. Man, do you name the noble Ch\u0101rudatta's name, and forget the title? Remember:\nRohasena. Oh, headsmen, where are you leading my father?\nCh\u0101rudatta. My darling,\nGoha. My boy,\nRohasena. Then why do you murder my father?\nGoha. Bless you, \u2019tis the king's orders must bear the blame, not we.\nRohasena. Kill me, and let father go free.\nGoha. Bless you, may you live long for saying that!\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Tearfully embracing his son.]\nAbout my neck I needs must wear\n The oleander-wreath,\n Upon my shoulder I must bear\n The stake, and in my heart the care\n Of near-approaching death.\n I go to-day to meet a dastard's ending,\n A victim, at the fatal altar bending.(21)\n[He looks about. Aside.]\nMaitreya. My good men, let my dear friend Ch\u0101rudatta go free, and kill me instead.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Heaven forbid! [He looks about. Aside.] Now I understand.\n[Aloud.]\nGoha. Out of the way, gentlemen, out of the way!\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Mournfully.]\nAh\u012bnta. Proclaim the sentence again, man. [Goha does so.]\nCh\u0101rud. So lowly fallen! till shame my virtues blur,\n[Enter Sth\u0101varaka, fettered, in the palace tower.]\nSth\u0101varaka. [After listening to the proclamation. In distress.] What! the innocent Ch\u0101rudatta is being put to death? And my master has thrown me into chains! Well, I must shout to them. \u2014Listen, good gentlemen, listen! It was I, wretch that I am, who\ncarried Vasantasen\u0101 to the old garden Pushpakaranda, because she mistook my bullock-cart for another. And then my master, Sansth\u0101naka, found that she would not love him, and it was he, not this gentleman, who murdered her by strangling.\u2014But they are so far away that no one hears me. What shall I do? Shall I cast myself down? [He reflects.] If I do, then the noble Ch\u0101rudatta will not be put to death. Yes, through this broken window I will throw myself down from the palace tower. Better that I should meet my end, than that the noble Ch\u0101rudatta should perish, this tree of life for noble youths. And if I die in such a cause, I have attained heaven. [He throws himself down.] Wonderful! I did not meet my end, and my fetters are broken. So I will follow the sound of the headsmen's voices. [He discovers the headsmen, and hastens forward.] Headsmen, headsmen, make way!\nHeadsmen. For whom shall we make way?\nSth\u0101varaka. Listen, good gentlemen, listen! It was I, wretch that I am, who carried Vasantasen\u0101 to the old garden Pushpakaranda, because she mistook my bullock-cart for another. And then my master, Sansth\u0101naka, found that she would not love him, and it was he, not this gentleman, who murdered her by strangling.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Thank heaven!\nListen! do you hear what I say?\nHeadsmen. Are you telling the truth, Sth\u0101varaka?\nSth\u0101varaka. I am. And to keep me from telling anybody, he cast me into chains, and imprisoned me in the tower of his palace.\n[Enter Sansth\u0101naka.]\nSansth\u0101naka. [Gleefully.]\n[He listens.] The headsmen's voices! They shound like a broken brass cymbal. I hear the music of the fatal drum and the kettledrums, and sho I shuppose that that poor man, Ch\u0101rudatta, is being led to the place of execution. I musht go and shee it. It is a great delight to shee my enemy die. Beshides, I've heard that a man who shees his enemy being killed, is sure not to have shore eyes in his next birth. I acted like a worm that had crept into the knot of a lotush-root. I looked for a hole to crawl out at, and brought about the death of thish poor man, Ch\u0101rudatta. Now I'll climb up the tower of my own palace, and have a look at my own heroic deeds. [He does so and looks about.] Wonderful what a crowd there is, to shee that poor man led to his death! What would it be when an arishtocrat, a big man like me, was being led to his death? [He gazes.] Look! There he goes toward the shouth, adorned like a young shteer. But why was the proclamation made near my palace tower, and why was it shtopped? [He looks about.] Why, my shlave Sth\u0101varaka is gone, too. I hope he hasn't run away and betrayed the shecret. I musht go and look for him. [He descends and approaches the crowd.]\nSth\u0101varaka. [Discovers him.] There he comes, good masters!\nHeadsmen. Give way! Make room! And shut the door!\nSansth\u0101naka. Come, come, make way! [He approaches.] Sth\u0101varaka, my little shon, my shlave, come, let's go home.\nSth\u0101varaka. You scoundrel! Are you not content with the murder of Vasantasen\u0101? Must you try now to murder the noble Ch\u0101rudatta, that tree of life to all who loved him?\nSansth\u0101naka. I am beautiful as a pot of jewels. I kill no woman!\nBystanders. Oho! you murdered her, not the noble Ch\u0101rudatta.\nSansth\u0101naka. Who shays that?\nBystanders. [Pointing to Sth\u0101varaka.] This honest man.\nSansth\u0101naka. [Fearfully. Aside.] Merciful heavens! Why didn't I chain that shlave Sth\u0101varaka fasht? Why, he was a witnessh of my crime. [He reflects.] I'll do it thish way. [Aloud.] Lies, lies, good gentlemen. Why, I caught the shlave shtealing gold, and I pounded him, and murdered him, and put him in chains. He hates me. What he shays can't be true. [He secretly hands Sth\u0101varaka a bracelet, and whispers.] Sth\u0101varaka, my little shon, my shlave, take thish and shay shomething different.\nSth\u0101varaka. [Takes it.] Look, gentlemen, look! Why, he is trying to bribe me with gold.\nSansth\u0101naka. [Snatches the bracelet from him.] That's the gold that I put him in chains for. [Angrily.] Look here, headsmen! I put him in charge of my gold-chest, and when he turned thief, I murdered him and pounded him. If you don't believe it, jusht look at his back.\nHeadsmen. [Doing so.] Yes, yes. When a servant is branded that way, no wonder he tells tales.\nSth\u0101varaka. A curse on slavery! A slave convinces nobody. [Mournfully.] Noble Ch\u0101rudatta, I have no further power. [He falls at Ch\u0101rudatta's feet.]\nHeadsmen. Beat your servant, master, and drive him away.\nSansth\u0101naka. Out of the way, you! [He drives Sth\u0101varaka away.] Come, headsmen, what are you waiting for? Kill him.\nHeadsmen. Kill him yourself, if you are in a hurry.\nRohasena. Oh, headsmen, kill me and let father go free.\nSansth\u0101naka. Yesh, shon and father, kill them both.\nCh\u0101rudatta. This fool might do anything. Go, my son, to your mother.\nRohasena. And what should I do then?\nCh\u0101rud. Go with thy mother to a hermitage;\nAnd you, my friend, go with him.\nMaitreya. Oh, my friend, have you so known me as to think that I can live without you?\nCh\u0101rudatta. Not so, my friend. Your life is your own. You may not throw it away.\nMaitreya. [Aside.] True. And yet I cannot live apart from my friend. And so, when I have taken the boy to his mother, I will follow my friend even in death. [Aloud.] Yes, my friend, I will take him to her at once. [He embraces Ch\u0101rudatta, then falls at his feet. Rohasena does the same, weeping.]\nSansth\u0101naka. Look here! Didn't I tell you to kill Ch\u0101rudatta, and his shon, too? [At this, Ch\u0101rudatta betrays fear.]\nHeadsmen. We haven't any orders from the king to kill Ch\u0101rudatta, and his son, too. Run away, boy, run away! [They drive Rohasena away.] Here is the third place of proclamation. Beat the drum! [They proclaim the sentence again.]\nSansth\u0101naka. [Aside.] But the citizens don't believe it. [Aloud.] Ch\u0101rudatta, you jackanapes, the citizens don't believe it. Shay it with your own tongue, \"I murdered Vasantasen\u0101.\" [Ch\u0101rudatta remains silent.] Look here, headsmen! The man won't shpeak, the jackanapes Ch\u0101rudatta. Jusht make him shpeak. Beat him a few times with thish ragged bamboo, or with a chain.\nGoha. [Raises his arm to strike.] Come, Ch\u0101rudatta, speak!\n[Sansth\u0101naka repeats his words.]\nCh\u0101rudatta. Men of my own city!\nSansth\u0101naka. Killed her!\nCh\u0101rudatta. So be it.\nGoha. It's your turn to kill him, man.\nAh\u012bnta. No, yours.\nGoha. Well, let's reckon it out. [He does so at great length.] Well, if it's my turn to kill him, we will just let it wait a minute.\nAh\u012bnta. Why?\nGoha. Well, when my father was going to heaven, he said to me, \"Son Goha, if it's your turn to kill him, don't kill the sinner too quick.\"\nAh\u012bnta. But why?\nGoha. \"Perhaps,\" said he, \"some good man might give the money to set him free. Perhaps a son might be born to the king, and to celebrate the event, all the prisoners might be set free. Perhaps\nan elephant might break loose, and the prisoner might escape in the excitement. Perhaps there might be a change of kings, and all the prisoners might be set free.\"\nSansth\u0101naka. What? What? A change of kings?\nGoha. Well, let's reckon it out, whose turn it is. Sansth\u0101naka. Oh, come! Kill Ch\u0101rudatta at once. [He takes Sth\u0101varaka, and withdraws a little.]\nHeadsmen. Noble Ch\u0101rudatta, it is the king's commandment that bears the blame, not we headsmen. Think then of what you needs must think.\nCh\u0101rudatta.\nTell me. Whither would you have me go?\nGoha. [Pointing ahead.] Why, here is the southern burying-ground, and when a criminal sees that, he says good-by to life in a minute. For look!\nCh\u0101rudatta. Alas! Ah, woe is me! [In his agitation he sits down.]\nSansth\u0101naka. I won't go yet. I'll jusht shee Ch\u0101rudatta killed. [He walks about, gazing.] Well, well! He shat down.\nGoha. Are you frightened, Ch\u0101rudatta?\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Rising hastily.] Fool!\nGoha. Noble Ch\u0101rudatta, the moon and the sun dwell in the vault of heaven, yet even they are overtaken by disaster. How much more, death-fearing creatures, and men! In this world, one rises only to fall, another falls only to rise again. But from him who has risen and falls, his body drops like a garment. Lay these thoughts to heart, and be strong. [To Ah\u012bnta.] Here is the fourth place of proclamation. Let us proclaim the sentence. [They do so once again.]\nCh\u0101rudatta. Vasantasen\u0101! Oh, my belov\u00e8d!\n[Enter, in great agitation, Vasantasen\u0101 and the Buddhist monk.]\nMonk. Strange! My monkish life did me yeoman service when it proved necessary to comfort Vasantasen\u0101, so untimely wearied, and to lead her on her way. Sister in Buddha, whither shall I lead you? Vasantasen\u0101. To the noble Ch\u0101rudatta's house. Revive me with the sight of him, as the night-blooming water-lily is revived by the sight of the moon.\nMonk. [Aside.] By which road shall I enter? [He reflects.] The king's highway\u2014I'll enter by that. Come, sister in Buddha! Here is the king's highway. [Listening.] But what is this great tumult that I hear on the king's highway?\nVasantasen\u0101. [Looking before her.] Why, there is a great crowd of people before us. Pray find out, sir, what it means. All Ujjayin\u012b tips to one side, as if the earth bore an uneven load.\nGoha. And here is the last place of proclamation. Beat the drum! Proclaim the sentence! [They do so.] Now, Ch\u0101rudatta, wait! Don't be frightened. You will be killed very quickly.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Ye bless\u00e8d gods!\nMonk. [Listens. In terror.] Sister in Buddha, Ch\u0101rudatta is being led to his death for murdering you.\nVasantasen\u0101. [In terror.] Alas! For my wretched sake the noble Ch\u0101rudatta put to death? Quick, quick! Oh, lead me thither!\nMonk. Hasten, oh, hasten, sister in Buddha, to comfort the noble Ch\u0101rudatta while he yet lives. Make way, gentlemen, make way!\nVasantasen\u0101. Make way, make way!\nGoha. Noble Ch\u0101rudatta, it is the king's commandment that bears the blame. Think then of what you needs must think.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Why waste words?\nGoha. [Drawing his sword.] Noble Ch\u0101rudatta, lie flat and be quiet. With one stroke we will kill you and send you to heaven. [Ch\u0101rudatta does so. Goha raises his arm to strike. The sword falls from his hand.] What is this?\nBut since it did, I conclude that the noble Ch\u0101rudatta is not to die. Have mercy, O mighty goddess of the Sahya hills! If only Ch\u0101rudatta might be saved, then hadst thou shown favor to our headsman caste.\nAh\u012bnta. Let us do as we were ordered.\nGoha. Well, let us do it. [They make ready to impale Ch\u0101rudatta.]\nCh\u0101rud.\nMonk and Vasantasen\u0101. [Perceiving what is being done.] Good gentlemen! Hold, hold!\nVasantasen\u0101. Good gentlemen! I am the wretch for whose sake he is put to death.\nGoha. [Perceiving her.]\nVasantasen\u0101. Oh, Ch\u0101rudatta! What does it mean? [She falls on his breast.]\nMonk. Oh, Ch\u0101rudatta! What does it mean? [He falls at his feet.]\nGoha. [Anxiously withdrawing.] Vasantasen\u0101?\u2014At least, we did not kill an innocent man.\nMonk. [Rising.] Thank heaven! Ch\u0101rudatta lives.\nGoha. And shall live a hundred years!\nVasantasen\u0101. [Joyfully.] And I too am brought back to life again.\nGoha. The king is at the place of sacrifice. Let us report to him what has taken place. [The two headsmen start to go away.]\nSansth\u0101naka. [Perceives Vasantasen\u0101. In terror.] Goodnessh! who brought the shlave back to life? Thish is the end of me. Good! I'll run away. [He runs away.]\nGoha. [Returning.] Well, didn't we have orders from the king to put the man to death who murdered Vasantasen\u0101? Let us hunt for the king's brother-in-law.\n[Exeunt the two headsmen.\nCh\u0101rudatta. [In amazement.]\n[He gazes at her.]\nOr again:\nVasantasen\u0101. [Rises tearfully and falls at his feet.] O noble Ch\u0101rudatta, I am indeed the wretch for whose sake you are fallen upon this unworthy plight.\nVoices behind the scenes. A miracle, a miracle! Vasantasen\u0101 lives. [The bystanders repeat the words.]\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Listens, then rises suddenly, embraces Vasantasen\u0101, and closes his eyes. In a voice trembling with emotion.] My love! You are Vasantasen\u0101!\nVasantasen\u0101. That same unhappy woman.\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Gazes upon her. Joyfully.] Can it be? Vasantasen\u0101 herself? [In utter happiness.]\nVasantasen\u0101! Oh, my belov\u00e8d!\nBut see, my belov\u00e8d!\nVasantasen\u0101. You with your utter kindliness, what can it be that you have done?\nCh\u0101rudatta. My belov\u00e8d, he said that I had killed you.\nVasantasen\u0101. [Stopping her ears.] Heaven avert the omen! It was he, the king's brother-in-law, who killed me.\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Perceiving the monk.] But who is this?\nVasantasen\u0101. When that unworthy wretch had killed me, this worthy man brought me back to life.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Who are you, unselfish friend?\nMonk. You do not remember me, sir. I am that shampooer, who once was happy to rub your feet. When I fell into the hands of certain gamblers, this sister in Buddha, upon hearing that I had been your servant, bought my freedom with her jewels. Thereupon I grew tired of the gambler's life, and became a Buddhist monk. Now this lady made a mistake in her bullock-cart, and so came to the old garden Pushpakaranda. But when that unworthy wretch learned that she would not love him, he murdered her by strangling. And I found her there.\nLoud voices behind the scenes.\n[Enter hurriedly Sharvilaka.]\nSharv.\nThe foe whose powers and friends had fled, he slew,\n Consoled and comforted his subjects true;\n \u00a0\u00a0And earth's broad sovereignty has gladly wed\n \u00a0\u00a0His power, and bent to him her lowly head,\n Who toward his foe plays Indra's part anew.47\n[He looks before him.] Ah! There he will be found, where the people are thus gathered together. Oh, that this deed of King Aryaka might be crowned with the rescued life of noble Ch\u0101rudatta! [He quickens his steps.] Make way, you rascals! [He discovers Ch\u0101rudatta. Joyfully.] Is Ch\u0101rudatta yet living, and Vasantasen\u0101? Truly, our sovereign's wishes are fulfilled.\nYet how shall I approach him, who have so grievously sinned against him? But no! Honesty is always honorable. [He approaches and, folds his hands. Aloud.] O noble Ch\u0101rudatta!\nCh\u0101rudatta. Who are you, sir?\nSharvilaka.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Not so, my friend. Thereby you showed your faith in me. [He embraces him.]\nSharvilaka. And one thing more:\nCh\u0101rudatta. What say you?\nCh\u0101rudatta. Sharvilaka, did you set free that Aryaka, whom P\u0101laka took from his hamlet, and confined without cause in the tower?\nSharvilaka. I did.\nCh\u0101rudatta. This is indeed most welcome tidings.\nSharvilaka. Scarcely was your friend Aryaka established in Ujjayin\u012b, when he bestowed upon you the throne of Kush\u0101vat\u012b, on the bank of the Ven\u0101. May you graciously receive this first token of his love. [He turns around.] Come, lead hither that rascal, that villain, the brother-in-law of the king!\nVoices behind the scenes. We will, Sharvilaka.\nSharvilaka. Sir, King Aryaka declares that he won this kingdom through your virtues, and that you are therefore to have some benefit from it.\nCh\u0101rudatta. The kingdom won through my virtues?\nVoices behind the scenes. Come on, brother-in-law of the king, and\nreap the reward of your insolence. [Enter Sansth\u0101naka, guarded, with his hands tied behind his back.]\nSansth\u0101naka. Goodnessh gracious!\n[He looks about him.] They crowd around me, though I'm a relative of the king's. To whom shall I go for help in my helplesshnessh? [He reflects.] Good! I'll go to the man who gives help and shows mercy to the shuppliant. [He approaches.] Noble Ch\u0101rudatta, protect me, protect me! [He falls at his feet.]\nVoices behind the scenes. Noble Ch\u0101rudatta, leave him to us! let us kill him!\nSansth\u0101naka. [To Ch\u0101rudatta.] O helper of the helplessh, protect me!\nCh\u0101rudatta. [Mercifully.] Yes, yes. He who seeks protection shall be safe.\nSharvilaka. [Impatiently.] Confound him! Take him away from Ch\u0101rudatta! [To Ch\u0101rudatta.] Tell me. What shall be done with the wretch?\nCh\u0101rudatta. Will you do as I say?\nSharvilaka. How can you doubt it?\nSansth\u0101naka. Ch\u0101rudatta! Mashter! I sheek your protection. Protect me, protect me! Do shomething worthy of yourshelf. I'll never do it again!\nVoices of citizens behind the scenes. Kill him! Why should the wretch be allowed to live?\n[Vasantasen\u0101 takes the garland of death from Ch\u0101rudatta's neck, and throws it upon Sansth\u0101naka.]\nSansth\u0101naka. You shlave-wench, be merciful, be merciful! I'll never murder you again. Protect me!\nSharvilaka. Come, take him away! Noble Ch\u0101rudatta, say what shall be done with the wretch.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Really?\nSharvilaka. Really.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Then let him be immediately\u2014\nSharvilaka. Killed?\nCh\u0101rudatta. No, no! Set free.\nSharvilaka. What for?\nSharvilaka. All right. We will have the dogs eat him alive.\nSharvilaka. Wonderful! What shall I do? Tell me, sir.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Why, set him free.\nSharvilaka. It shall be done.\nSansth\u0101naka. Hooray! I breathe again.\n[Exit, with the guards.\nSharvilaka. Mistress Vasantasen\u0101, the king is pleased to bestow upon you the title \"wedded wife.\"\nVasantasen\u0101. Sir, I desire no more.\nSharvilaka. [Places the veil 1 upon Vasantasen\u0101. To Ch\u0101rudatta.] Sir, what shall be done for this monk?\nCh\u0101rudatta. Monk, what do you most desire?\nMonk. When I see this example of the uncertainty of all things,\nI am twice content to be a monk.\nCh\u0101rudatta. His purpose is not to be changed, my friend. Let him be appointed spiritual father over all the monasteries in the land.\nMonk. It is all that I desire.\nVasantasen\u0101. Now I am indeed brought back to life.\nSharvilaka. What shall be done for Sth\u0101varaka?\nCh\u0101rudatta. Let the good fellow be given his freedom. Let those headsmen be appointed chiefs of all the headsmen. Let Chandanaka be appointed chief of all the police in the land. Let the brother-in-law of the king continue to act exactly as he acted in the past.\nSharvilaka. It shall be done. Only that man\u2014leave him to me, and I'll kill him.\nSharvilaka. Then tell me what I may yet do for you.\nCh\u0101rudatta. Can there be more than this?\nThis dear-loved maiden is at last mine own,\n \u00a0\u00a0And you united with me as a friend.\n And shall I ask for further mercies, shown\n \u00a0\u00a0To me, who cannot sound these mercies\u2019 end?58\nFate plays with us like buckets at the well,\n Where one is filled, and one an empty shell,\n \u00a0\u00a0Where one is rising, while another falls;\n And shows how life is change\u2014now heaven, now hell.59\nYet may the wishes of our epilogue be fulfilled.\n154:1 That is, the lightning.\n157:1 Rohasena is himself conceived as the receptacle of the water which a son must pour as a drink-offering to his dead father.\n157:2 The Manes or spirits of the blessed dead.\n174:1 A token of honorable marriage. Compare page 66.","title":"The Little Clay Cart: Act the Tenth: The End","type":"page"}