The World’s Tragedy

76 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Surely on my loveliness. They dance a jig together. Look at her obscene distress ! How it makes me laugh to see her Writhing in her pains. — Come hither, Mistress ! join us, laughing freer As thy lips and cheeks grow whiter, And the old loves shrink and wither At the kisses of the smiter ! Ho ! Ho ! Ho ! a knock I hear... By my maidhood, who comes here ? The stable door is pushed in, and three holy kings appear, sur- rounded by their retinue. They enter in solemn procession, and seat themselves at the central stall. GOVINDA Say, my brother, is the vision That thou sawest in the grove Answered ? CHAU Doth the exact division Of the azimuth rightly prove That the star points hither truly ?