Scene IV

SCENE IV

The tower-room beside the terrace.
Vuthsa on a couch.

VUTHSA
All that I dreamed or heard of her, her charm
Exceeds. She’s mine! She has shuddered at my touch;
Thrice her eyes faltered as they gazed in mine.
He lies back with closed eyes;
Munjoolica enters and contemplates him.

MUNJOOLICA
O golden Love! Thou art not of this earth.
He too is Vasavadutta’s! All is hers,
As I am now and one day all the earth.
Vuthsa, thou sleep’st not, then.

VUTHSA
Sleep jealous waits
Finding another image in my eyes.

MUNJOOLICA
Thou art disobedient. Wast thou not commanded
To sleep at once?

VUTHSA
Sleep disobeys, not I.
But thou too wakest, yet no thoughts should have
To keep thy lids apart.

MUNJOOLICA
How knowst thou that?
I am thy jailor and I walk my rounds.

VUTHSA
Bright jailor, thou art jealous without cause.
Who would escape from heaven’s golden bars?
Thy name is Munjoolica? So is thy form
A bower of the graceful things of earth.

MUNJOOLICA
I had another name but it has ceased,
Forgotten.

VUTHSA
Thou wast then Sourashtra’s child?

MUNJOOLICA
I am still that royalty clouded, even as thou art
Captive Cowsambie. Me Gopalaca
In battle seized, brought a disdainful gift
To Vasavadutta.

VUTHSA
Since our fates are one,
Should we not be allies?

MUNJOOLICA
For what bold purpose?

VUTHSA
How knowest thou I have one?

MUNJOOLICA
Were I a man?

VUTHSA
Wouldst thou have freedom? Wilt thou give me help?

MUNJOOLICA
In nothing against her I love and serve.

VUTHSA
No, but conspire to serve and love her best
And make her queen of all the Aryan earth.

MUNJOOLICA
My parent?

VUTHSA
Name it thyself, when all is ours.

MUNJOOLICA
Now shall I be avenged upon my fate.
I know what thy heart asks; too openly
Thou carriest the yearning in thy eyes.
Vuthsa she loves thee as the half-closed bud
Thrills to the advent of a wonderful dawn
And like a dreamer half-awake perceives
The faint beginnings of a sunlit world.
Doubt not success more than that dawn must break;
For she is thine.

VUTHSA
Take my heart’s gratitude
For the sweet assurance.

MUNJOOLICA
I am greedy. Only
Thy gratitude?

VUTHSA
What wouldst thou have?

MUNJOOLICA
The ring
Upon thy finger, Vuthsa, for my own.

VUTHSA putting it on her finger
It shall live happier on a fairer hand.

MUNJOOLICA
Since thou hast paid me instantly and well.
I will be zealous, Vuthsa, in thy cause.
But my great bribe is in the future still.

VUTHSA
Claim it our Cowsambie.

MUNJOOLICA
There indeed.
Sleep now.

VUTHSA
By thy good help I now shall sleep.
Munjoolica goes out.
Music is sweet; to rule the heart’s rich chords
Of human Iyres much sweeter. Art’s sublime
But to combine great ends more sovereign still,
Accepting danger and difficulty to break
Through proud and violent opposites to our will.
Song is divine, but more divine is love.