The Recognition of Śakuntalā 1.27

1.27

srastāṃsāv atimātralohitatalau bāhū ghaṭotkṣepaṇād adya api stanavepathuṃ janayati śvāsaḥ pramāṇādhikaḥ /
baddhaṃ karṇaśirīṣarodhi vadane dharmāmbhasāṃ jālakaṃ bandhe sraṃsini caikahastayamitāḥ paryākulā mūrdhajāḥ //
tad aham enām anṛṇāṃ karomi (iti aṅgulīyaṃ dātum icchati)
(ubhe nāmamudrākṣarāṇy anuvācya parasparam avalokayataḥ)
rājā alam asmān anyathā saṃbhāvya / rājñaḥ parigraho 'yam iti rājapuruṣaṃ mām avagacchatha /
pri tena hi nārhaty aṅgulīyakam aṅgulīviyogam / āryasya vacanenānṛṇedānīm eṣā / (kiṃcid vihasya) halā śakuntale mocitāsy anukampināryeṇa / athavā mahārājena / gacchedānīm /

Her shoulders droop; her palms are reddened yet;
Quick breaths are struggling in her bosom fair;
The blossom o’er her ear hangs limply wet;
One hand restrains the loose, dishevelled hair.

[paragraph continues] I therefore remit her debt. (He gives the two friends a ring. They take it, read the name engraved on it, and look at each other.)

King. Make no mistake. This is a present--from the king.

Priyamvada. Then, sir, you ought not to part with it. Your word is enough to remit the debt.

Anusuya. Well, Shakuntala, you are set free by this kind gentleman--or rather, by the king himself. Where are you going now?