The Recognition of Śakuntalā 2.12

2.12

darbhāṅkureṇa caraṇaḥ kṣata ity akhāṇḍe tanvī sthitā katicid eva padāni gatvā /
āsīd vivṛttavadanā ca vimocayantī śākhāsu valkalam asaktam api drumāṇām //
vidu tena hi gṛhītapātheyo bhava / kṛtaṃ tvayopavanaṃ tapovanam iti paśyāmi /
rā sakhe tapasvibhiḥ kaiścit parijñāto 'smi / cintaya tāvat kenāpadeśena punar āśramapadaṃ gacchāmaḥ /
vidu ko 'paro 'padeśo yuṣmākaṃ rājñām / nīvāraṣaṣṭhabhāgam asmākam upaharantv iti /

When she had hardly left my side,
"I cannot walk," the maiden cried,
And turned her face, and feigned to free
The dress not caught upon the tree.

Clown. She has given you some memories to chew on. I suppose that is why you are so in love with the pious grove.

King. My friend, think of some pretext under which we may return to the hermitage.

Clown. What pretext do you need? Aren't you the king?

King. What of that?

Clown. Collect the taxes on the hermits' rice.