Pra'crit poetrV. 45^ 



* Ah wicked wretch ! " Hast thou dared to lift a weapon 

 against that tender form, which even shrunk from the blow of 

 licrht blossoms thrown in merry mood by playful damsels. 

 This arm shall light on thy head like the sudden club of 

 Yama."* 



Aghor.] * Strike, villain 1 Art thou not such ?* 



Ma L. to Ma d'h.] * Be pacified, dear Ma'd'hava ! The 

 cruel man is desperate. Abstain from this needless ha- 

 zard.' 



Capa'l. to Aghor.] * Venerable sir, be on your guard. 

 Kill the wretch.' 



Ma'd'ii and Aghor, addressing the women.'] " T?ke 

 courage. The wretch is slain. Was it ever seen that the 

 lion, whose sharp fangs are fitted to lacerate the front of the 

 elephant, was foiled in fight with deer." f 



A noise behind the scenes. They listen. 



*Ho! ye guards who seek Ma'lati. The venerable and 

 unerring Ca manhac'i encourages Bhorivasu and in- 

 tructs you to beset the temple ofCARA'LA'. She says this 

 strange and horrid deed can proceed from none butAcHd- 

 raghant'a ; nor can aught else, but a sacrifice to Cara'la , 

 be conjectured.* 



Aghor.] * Now is the moment which calls for cou» 

 rage.' 



Ma'l.J * Oh father! Oh venerable mother !' 



IMa'd'h.j * 'Tis resolved. I will place Ma'lati in safety 

 with her friends, and slay this wicked sorcerer. 



Capal'.] * We are Surrounded.* 



• yasanta tilaea. [See D Piatk. t'ie. 10.] 



