What Priyamvadá says, though complimentary, is nevertheless true. Verily, Her ruddy lip vies with the opening bud; Her graceful arms are as the twining stalks; And her whole form is radiant with the glow Of youthful beauty, as the tree with bloom. ANASÚYÁ. See, dear (S') akoontalá, here is the young jasmine, which you named 'the Moonlight of the Grove,' the self-elected wife of the mango-tree. Have you forgotten it? (S') AKOONTALÁ. Rather will I forget myself. (Approaching the plant and looking at it.) How delightful is the season when the jasmine-creeper and the mango-tree seem thus to unite in mutual embraces! The fresh blossoms of the jasmine resemble the bloom of a young bride, and the newly-formed shoots of the mango appear to make it her natural protector. (Continues gazing at it. PRIYAMVADÁ. Do you know, my Anasúyá, why [S') akoontalá gazes so intently at the jasmine? ANASÚYÁ. No, indeed, I cannot imagine. I pray thee tell me. PRIYAMVADÁ. She is wishing that as the jasmine is united to a suitable tree, so, in like manner, she may obtain a husband worthy of her. (S') AKOONTALÁ. Speak for yourself, girl; this is the thought in your own mind. [ Continues watering the flowers.

King Monologue from Sakoontala; Or, The Lost Ring: An Indian Drama

Rehearse King's monologue