Brahmanas, the king, the citizens, and all the chief Kauravas, the cruel Duryodhana, deceitfully defeating thee at dice,—­thee that are charitable, gentle, self-restrained, virtuous, and of rigid vows was not, O king, ashamed of his vile act.  Do not, O monarch, show any compassion for that wretch of such disposition.  They deserve death at the hands of all, how much more then of thee, O Bharata?  O Bharata, with what improper speeches did Duryodhana with his brothers, filled with gladness and indulging in many a boast, afflict thee with thy brothers!  He said, ’The Pandavas now have nothing of their own in this wide earth.  Their very names and lineage are extinct.  In time, which is never-ending, defeat will be theirs.  All their virtues having merged in me, they will now be reduced to the five elements.’  While the match at dice was in progress, the wretched Dussasana of most wicked soul, seizing that weeping lady by the hair dragged princess Draupadi, as if she had no protectors, to the assembly of kings, and in the presence of Bhishma and Drona and others, repeatedly called her—­cow, cow!  Restrained by thee, thy brothers of terrible prowess, bound also by the bonds of virtue, did nothing to avenge it; and after thou hadst been exiled to the woods, Duryodhana having uttered such and other cruel words, boasted amid his kinsmen.  Knowing thee innocent, they that were assembled sat silent in the assembly-house, weeping with choked voice.  The assembled kings with the Brahmanas did not applaud him for this.  Indeed, all the courtiers present there censured him.  To a man of noble descent, O grinder of foes, even censure is death.  Death is even many times better than a life of blame.  Even then, O king, he died when, upon being censured by all the kings of the earth, he felt no shame!  He whose character is so abominable may easily be destroyed even like a rootless tree standing erect on a single weak root.  The sinful and evil-minded Duryodhana deserveth death at the hands of every one, even like a serpent.  Slay him, therefore, O killer of foes, and hesitate not in the least.  It behoveth thee, O sinless one, and I like it too, that thou shouldst pay homage unto thy father Dhritarashtra and also unto Bhishma.  Going thither I will remove the doubts of all men who are still undecided as to the wickedness of Duryodhana.  Thither in the presence of all kings I will enumerate all those virtues of thine that are not to be met in all men, as also all the vices of Duryodhana.  And hearing me speak beneficial words, pregnant with virtue and profit, the rulers of various realms will regard thee as possessed of a virtuous soul, and as a speaker of truth, while at the same time, they will understand how Duryodhana is actuated by avarice.  I will also tell the vice of Duryodhana, before both the citizens and the inhabitants of the country, before both the young and the old, of all the four orders that will be collected there.  And as thou askest for peace no one will