Sac. I must consider, my friend, the possible consequences of such a step.
Pri. Think also of a verse or two, which may suit your passion, and be consistent with the character of a lovely girl born in an exalted family.
Sac. I will think of them in due time; but my heart flutters with the apprehension of being rejected.
Dushm. [Aside.] Here stands the man supremely blessed in thy presence, from whom, O timid girl, thou art apprehensive of a refusal! Here stands the man, from whom, O beautiful maid, thou fearest rejection, though he loves thee distractedly. He who shall possess thee will seek no brighter gem; and thou art the gem which I am eager to possess.
Anu. You depreciate, Sacontalá, your own incomparable merits. What man in his senses would intercept with an umbrella the moonlight of autumn, which alone can allay the fever caused by the heat of the noon?
Sac. [Smiling.] I am engaged in thought.
Dushm. Thus then I fix my eyes on the lovely poetess, without closing them a moment, while she measures the feet of her verse; her forehead is gracefully moved in cadence, and her whole aspect indicates pure affection.
Sac. I have thought of a couplet; but we have no writing implements.
