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is the king's grandson, and my queen was his daughter-in-law 



Let me brood over all this ! 1 swear, by the sacred books, that 



I will remain here no longer. Oh, attendants ! every one of ye ! let 

 none be absent! the lord of the mundane circle will jour- 

 ney towards the silver mountain, — let the huntsman be called into 

 the presence. 



Noble. Thy servant, the huntsman, has been called, and is now 

 here. 



Prince. Oh ! quickly show the golden prince, who rules this 

 universe, the land they call the silver mount, whence came the mother 

 of my son ; and quickly show the rural lake, in which thou did'st 

 thy captive take. 



Hunts. The country of the silver mount ! I know not where it is, 

 my lord. 



Prince. Then quickly bring me to the delicious pool in which 

 thou foundest the mother of Shory Gyew — the prince has never yet 

 been there. Oh huntsman rise, without delay, and bring the prince 

 upon the way. 



Hunts. My lord, I will begone. 



ACT. 



They enter the Haywonta Forest. 



SONG. 



These plashing colours surely come, 



Reflected from the upper sky, 

 Where Tawadyn' s celestial dome, 



Is hidden from the mortal eye. 



Prince. Look, my lords, at the delightful bath of the mother of 

 Moung Gyew ! how beautiful the flower trees that grow upon its 

 banks, and what a delicious perfume they diffuse through the forest ; 

 the woods are dense with leaves, which form a dusky shade in which 

 are sporting butterflies, beetles, and bees. Water-quail, kingfishers, 

 and pheasants nestle beneath the shadow of those golden lilies. How 

 pleasant and exhilarating, my good huntsman. 



Hunts. True, my lord, indeed most pleasant ; I dare not venture 

 to number all the beautiful flowers that grow in the lake. 



Prince. I see by your countenance, that if I demand their names 

 you will be wearied in telling them. — You may now make your way 

 back to the city. 



