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Act Three Avunthie; in the palace. SCENE I
A room in the royal apartments.
I conquer still though not with glorious arms.
Thou holdst the sun
Make it my moon
Thou canst?
Loved sceptic of my house, I can.
Yes, by force; but here Page – 249
From thy own nature, Chunda Mahasegn,
Thou art my strength, my fortune,
No, I obey and watch.
What dost thou see ?
That Vuthsa is too great
Thou hast bent,
Thy daughter, Vasavadutta, is the wave
Thou hast seen? Page – 250
Tis good; it is the thing my heart desires.
No, thy son.
No matter which. The first man of the age
Call her here, my queen.
Her heart will teach her Veena, call to me
Oh, the heart, it is a danger,
We're women, king.
No, princesses. My daughter
Love will unseat them all and put them down Page – 251
Thou hast chosen ever
It is their poor, revenge
Vasavadutta enters and bows down to her parents.
My daughter, Vasavadutta, my delight, Now is thy hour to pay the long dear debt Thou ow'st thy parents from whom thou wast made. Hear me; thy brain is quick, will understand. Vuthsa, Cowsambie's king, my rival, foe, My fate's high stumbling-block, captive today Comes to Avunthie. I mean that he shall be Thy husband, Vasavadutta, and thy slave. By thee he must become, who now resists, My vassal even as other monarchs are. Then shall thy father's fates o'erleap their bounds, Then rule thy house, thy nation all this earth! This is my will; my daughter, is it thine ?
Father, thy will is mine, even as 'tis fate's.
A greater part that makes thee my ally Page – 252 And thou my viceroy over his subject will.
Will he submit to this?
Yes, if thou choose.
I choose, my father, since it is thy will. That thou shouldst rule the world is all my wish, My nation's greatness is my dearest good.
Thou hast kept my dearest lessons; lose them not.
Thou wilt not put thy own ambitions first,
My duty to my country and my sire
I'll not teach thy woman's tact Thou hast a mind.
Father, this is my pride,
Thou wilt not yield then to the heart's desire ? Page – 253
Let him desire, but I will nothing yield. I am thy daughter; greatest kings should sue And take my grace as an unhoped-for joy.
Thou art my pupil; statecraft was not wasted
Thou hast made thy treaty with thy daughter. King ?
But no breath against
Fearest thou that?
No; speak to her. He goes out from the chamber.
Rest here, my child, to whom another bosom
And all thou hast thought and known will melt away Page – 254 My child, the flower blooms for its flowerhood only And not to make its parent bed more high. Not for thy sire thy mother brought thee forth, But thy dear nature's growth and heart's delight And for a husband and for children born. My child, let him who clasps thee be thy god That thou mayst be his goddess; let your wedded arms Be heaven; let his will be thine and thine Be his, his happiness thy regal pomp. O Vasavadutta, when thy heart awakes Thou shalt obey thy sovereign heart, nor yield Allegiance to the clear-eyed selfish gods. Do now thy father's will; the god awake Shall do his own. Yes, tremble and yet fear Nothing. Thy mother watches over thee, child. She puts Vasavadutta from her and goes out.
I love her best, but do not understand: My mind can always grasp my father's thoughts. If I must wed, it shall be one I rule. Vuthsa! Vuthsa Udayan! I have heard Only a far-flung name. What is the man ? A flame ? A flower ? High like Gopalaca Or else some golden fair and soft-eyed youth? I have a fluttering in my heart to know. Page – 255 |