Must soon be known to all; my son Rasinga
Hath set his heart upon a younger bride,
Perhaps a fairer too.
SABAWATTÉ (eagerly).
I'd peril life and limb upon the bet,
She is not half so fair, nor half so good.
MONTEBESA.
As such a grievous thing? She has already
Enjoyed his undivided love much longer
Than other dames have done with other lords,
And reason teaches she should now give place.
SABAWATTÉ.
A loorie haunting with a spotted pard.
Ah! woe the day! Why have you told me this?
MONTEBESA.
Print traces which may lead our poor Artina
To question thee; and thou, who art her friend,
Canst by degrees, with gentle, wise precaution,
Reveal to her what she must needs be told.
SABAWATTÉ.
I do implore your goodness!—No, I cannot.