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THE KING OF
away. Command your sentinels to prevent my going.
King
No one will stand in your way. You can go as free as the broken storm-cloud driven by the tempest.
Sudarshana
I can resist no more—something in me is impelling me forward—I am breaking away from my anchor! Perhaps I shall sink, but I shall return no more. [She rushes out.
Enter Surangama, who sings
Surangama
What will of thine is this that sends me afar! Again shall I come back at thy feet from all my wanderings.
It is thy love that feigns this neglect—thy caressing hands are pushing me
