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THE KING OF
Sudarshana
This fire will never cease—will never cease!
King
Do not be despondent, Queen!
Sudarshana
O King, I shall not hide anything from you. . . . I have another's garland round my neck.
King
That garland, too, is mine—how else could he get it? He stole it from my room.
Sudarshana
But it is his gift to me: yet I could not fling this garland away! When the fire came roaring on all sides of me, I thought of throwing this garland into the fire. But no, I could not.
