ROHINI. Is not every one saying it? Why, just listen, the
acclamations of the people mount up even to this height!

SUDARSHANA. Then do one thing: put these flowers on a lotus
leaf, and take them to him.

ROHINI. And what am I to say if he asks who sends them?

SUDARSHANA. You will not have to say anything--he will know. He
thought that I would not be able to recognise him: I cannot let
him off without showing that I have found him out.
[ROHINI goes out with the flowers.]

SUDARSHANA. My heart is all a-quiver and restless to-night: I
have never felt like this before. The white, silver light of the
full moon is flooding the heavens and brimming over on every side
like the bubbling foam of wine, ... It seizes on me like a
yearning, like a mantling intoxication. Here, who is here?

[Enter a SERVANT]

SERVANT. What is your pleasure, your Majesty?

SUDARSHANA. Do you see those festive boys singing and moving
through the alleys and avenues of the mango trees? Call them
hither, bring them to me: I want to hear them sing. [SERVANT
goes out and enters with the boys.] Come, living emblems of
youthful spring, begin your festive song! All my mind and body
is song and music to-night--but the ineffable melody escapes my
tongue: do you then sing for my sake!