544 Specimen of the Burmese Drama. [\July, 



King. Call hither the Brahmin Naythoda. {Naythoda and his dis- 

 ciple enter"] Oh, learned teacher, I have dreamed that my bowels 

 surrounded the country of Pyentsa, and that the sun and the moon 

 fell at my feet. Show me the interpretation of this thing. 



Naythoda. It is well, Oh benefactor ! — let me but consult my 

 astrological tables; [Jie consults his scheme,^ one from one — nothing ; 

 nine from one — nothing; two and five. — I have made the calculation — 

 \the Pawn tumbles in the water. ,] Oh ! are there nine, or one ? [_To his 

 scholar,"] The benefactor dreams propitiously, but I will divine unfa- 

 vourably. {To the King,"] The benefactor, the lord of life and pro- 

 perty, must sacrifice to the Yeet spirit one hundred fowls, and one 

 hundred hogs, and it will be appeased. 



King. Is this all, Oh teacher ? 



Nay. Lord of the earth, I am afraid to — 



King. Say on, learned teacher, without regard to any one ; only let 

 myself and the chief queen be exempt. 



Nay. Oh ! benefactor, cut the throat of that celestial spirit who is 

 like the kynneya, and offer up her blood before the Yeet Nat. \_To his 

 disciple,"] Close the doors of the prince's palace on all sides, for so is 

 the king's command. 



Scene 4th. — The Prince's palace. Princess, attendants. 



Manan. Oh, my faithful women, Mala ! Maensa ! go and take 

 your rest. My doors are closed, and my blood is to be poured out be- 

 fore the Yeet spirit must it indeed be so? Oh, my absent lord, 



our son Moung Shory Gyew is yet an infant. 



SONG. 



{Enter the Prince's Mother. 

 Queen. Oh, daughter of the pleasing countenance ! here is your en- 

 chanted zone ; — take it, and escape to the city of the silver mountain. 

 Manan. Thanks, royal madam; thrice I salute you reverently. 



SONG. 



ACT. 



Scene 1st. — At the hermitage of a recluse who lives on the bound- 

 ary which divides the earth from the country of the silver mountain. 

 Princess. Recluse. 



Manan. Holy hermit, should the Prince of Pyentsa come hither, 

 deliver, I pray you, this ring and these drugs into his hand. 



