saw us, through fear, which is easily excited in one at her time of life, and of her character, she would not remain long here. So we will simply look through this network of Tamála branches.
Vidúshaka.
We will do so.
Vidúshaka (after looking, with astonishment).
O friend, see, see! how wonderful! Not only by her knowledge of the lute does she cause delight, but her beauty, corresponding to her skill, charms the eye. Who can she be? Is she a goddess or a woman of the Nágas? A princess of the Vidyádharas, or born of the family of Siddhas?
Jímútaváhana (looking longingly).
Friend, who it is, I know not; but this I do know, if she be a goddess, the thousand eyes of Hari have all they can wish. If she be a woman of the Nágas, then, whilst her face is there, the lowest hell is not without its moon. If she be of the Vidyádharas, then our race surpasses all others. If she be born of a family of Siddhas, then in the three worlds are the Siddhas glorious.
Vidúshaka
(after looking at the hero, joyfully, aside).
Good luck! Though after a long delay, he is at last fallen into the power of love, or rather—(looking at
