Sharngarava.  Thus does unbridled levity burn.

  Be slow to love, but yet more slow
  With secret mate;
  With those whose hearts we do not know,
  Love turns to hate.

King.  Why do you trust this girl, and accuse me of an imaginary crime? Sharngarava (disdainfully).  You have learned your wisdom upside down.

  It would be monstrous to believe
  A girl who never lies;
  Trust those who study to deceive
  And think it very wise.

King.  Aha, my candid friend!  Suppose I were to admit that I am such a man.  What would happen if I deceived the girl?

Sharngarava.  Ruin.

King.  It is unthinkable that ruin should fall on Puru’s line.

Sharngarava.  Why bandy words?  We have fulfilled our Father’s bidding.  We are ready to return.

  Leave her or take her, as you will;
  She is your wife;
  Husbands have power for good or ill
  O’er woman’s life.

Gautami, lead the way. (They start to go.)

Shakuntala.  He has deceived me shamelessly.  And will you leave me too? (She starts to follow.)

Gautami (turns around and sees her).  Sharngarava, my son, Shakuntala is following us, lamenting piteously.  What can the poor child do with a husband base enough to reject her?

Sharngarava (turns angrily).  You self-willed girl!  Do you dare show independence? (SHAKUNTALA shrinks in fear.) Listen.

  If you deserve such scorn and blame,
  What will your father with your shame? 
  But if you know your vows are pure,
  Obey your husband and endure.

Remain.  We must go.

King.  Hermit, why deceive this woman?  Remember: 

  Night-blossoms open to the moon,
  Day-blossoms to the sun;
  A man of honour ever strives
  Another’s wife to shun.
Sharngarava.  O King, suppose you had forgotten your former actions in the midst of distractions.  Should you now desert your wife—­you who fear to fail in virtue?

King.  I ask you which is the heavier sin: 

  Not knowing whether I be mad
  Or falsehood be in her,
  Shall I desert a faithful wife
  Or turn adulterer?

Chaplain (considering).  Now if this were done——­

King.  Instruct me, my teacher.

Chaplain.  Let the woman remain in my house until her child is born.

King.  Why this?

Chaplain.  The chief astrologers have told you that your first child was destined to be an emperor.  If the son of the hermit’s daughter is born with the imperial birthmarks, then welcome her and introduce her into the palace.  Otherwise, she must return to her father.

King.  It is good advice, my teacher.

Chaplain (rising).  Follow me, my daughter.