The Avunthian forests; moonlight.
Vuthsa, Vasavadutta, Munjoolica.
Thou hast held the reins divinely. We approach
Our kingdom’s border.
But the foe surround.
We will through as twice now we have done.
Vicurna arrives ascending.
Vuthsa, yon Rebha asks
For parley; is it given? I’ld hold him here
While by a long masked woodland breach I know
Silent we pass their cordon.
Force is best.
Vuthsa, to my mind more; but I would spare
Our Vasavadutta’s heart these fierce alarms.
Though she breathes nothing, yet she suffers.
We’ll choose they peaceful breach.
Vuthsa, if I
Stood forth and bade their leader cease pursuit,
Since of my will I go, he must desist.
It would diminish, love my victory
And triumph which are thine.
Then let it go.
I would not stain the fame arms, though over
My house’s head its wheels go trampling.
If we could parley a truce for sleep. This fighting
Makes very drowsy.
Vicurna returns with Rebha.
Well, captain, thy demand!
Vuthsa, thou art environed. Dost thou yield?
Thou mock’st! return; we’ll break the third last time
Thy fragile chain. Are thy dead counted?
Outnumber their first strength; more force comes on
Fast from Ujjayinie. Therefore yield the princess.
Thyself depart a freeman to thy realms.
Know’st thou offer is an insolence?
Then, prince, await the worst. Living and bound
Or else a corpse we’ll bring thee back to our city.
Three times around thee is my cordon passed,
Thy steeds are spent, nor hast thou Urjoon’s quiver.
The dawn prepares; think it thy last.
I give thee tryst within my borders.
Before he reach his men and back ascend,
We must be far. Munjoolica, mount my horse,
Ride to Yougundharayan, bid him bring on
His numbers; for I see armies thundering towards us
With angry speed o’er the Avunthian plains.
I’ll guide the car.
Bound in yon grove.
Rein lightly; he’s high-mettled.
Teach me not.
There is no horse yet foaled I cannot ride.
Which is my way thorugh all this leafy tangle?
She goes towards the grove.
Thou canst not miss it; for yon path leads only
To Lokanatha’s hill beyond our borders.
The moonlight and the glad night-winds
Have rustled luminously among the leaves
And sung me wordless paeans while I fought,
Now let them fall into a rapturous strain
Of silence, while I ride with thee safe clasped
Upon my bosom.
If I could hold thee safe at last!