Kalidasa's Shakuntala: Act III

Shakuntala. But what does he do if he is not content?
King. This! This! (He draws her face to his.)
A voice behind the scenes. O sheldrake bride, bid your mate farewell. The night is
come.
Shakuntala (listening excitedly). Oh, my dear, this is Mother Gautami, come to inquire
about me. Please hide among the branches. (The king conceals himself. Enter GAUTAMI,
with a bowl in her hand.)
Gautami. Here is the holy water, my child. (She sees SHAKUNTALA and helps her to
rise.) So ill, and all alone here with the gods?
Shakuntala. It was just a moment ago that Priyamvada and Anusuya went down to the
river.
Gautami (sprinkling SHAKUNTALA with the holy water). May you live long and happy,
my child. Has the fever gone down? (She touches her.)
Shakuntala. There is a difference, mother.
Gautami. The sun is setting. Come, let us go to the cottage.
Shakuntala (weakly rising. To herself). Oh, my heart, you delayed when your desire
came of itself. Now see what you have done. (She takes a step, then turns around.
Aloud.) O bower that took away my pain, I bid you farewell until another blissful hour.
(Exeunt SHAKUNTALA and GAUTAMI.)
King (advancing with a sigh.) The path to happiness is strewn with obstacles.
Her face, adorned with soft eye-lashes,
Adorable with trembling flashes
Of half-denial, in memory lingers;
The sweet lips guarded by her fingers,
The head that drooped upon her shoulder--
Why was I not a little bolder?
Where shall I go now? Let me stay a moment in this bower where my beloved lay. (He
looks about.)
The flower-strewn bed whereon her body tossed;
The bracelet., fallen from her arm and lost;
The dear love-missive, in the lotus-leaf
Cut by her nails: assuage my absent grief