1839-] Specimen of the Burmese Drama. 541 



SONG. 



Wrought o'er with gems, and regal gold, 



And glitt'ring flow'rs in ev'ry fold, 

 There stately canopies reveal, 



To kings, who hither come to kneel, 

 The boundless riches of our land, 



Whose rocks are rubies, — gold its sand. 

 In all the southern world beside, 



There is not such a land of bliss ; 

 Where'er the ocean rolls its tide, 



It comes not to a shore like this ; 

 Delicious odours fill the air, 



And mirth and love reign every where. 



\_The King enters. 



Prince. Oh, mighty father, this lion-hearted son, when he re- 

 ceived the imperial order, placed it upon his head, and hastened to 

 obey it. 



King. My second self, my son Thoodanoo ! 



Prince. My lord. 



King. The people of the whole country, the rebellious wretches, 

 are up like flames of fire — go, and exterminate them. 



Prince. (I have heard that) Setang, Siam, and Cochin-China, 

 not fearing the golden sword, are in open rebellion. It is nothing. 

 They seek a quarrel, and the golden son will root up the whole race, 

 without making use of the weapons of war; — he will but publish 

 forth the king's glorious title, and they are gone. 



King. Good, my son; go forth and repay to me the favours I 

 have bestowed upon you. Let Cochin-China be your first point of 

 assault, and return not till you come as a conqueror. 



Prince. I will reverently obey the royal command, and make the 

 golden cause conspicuous. 



Scene 4th — The Prince's palace. 



Prince to Mananhurree. Delicate creature; silver palace-born 

 beauty ; whose charms are so surpassingly wonderful ; I must go 

 with the army which marches with to-morrow's dawn. 



Manan. Oh, my lord, why will you thus desert me? You are 

 my only protector here, at once my father, and my husband. If 

 indeed you have resolved to abandon me, I must bear the fate that 

 awaits me. 



