The Recognition of Śakuntalā 2.17

2.17

kṛtyayor bhinnadeśatvād dvaidhībhavati me manaḥ /
puraḥ patihataṃ śaile srotaḥ srotovaho yathā //
(vicintya) sakhe tvam ambayā putra iti pratigṛhītaḥ / ato bhavān itaḥ pratinivṛtya tapasvikāryavyagramānasaṃ mām āvedya tatrabhavatīnāṃ putrakṛtyam anuṣṭhātum arhati /
vidu na khalu māṃ rakṣobhīrukaṃ gaṇayasi /
rā (sasmitam) katham etad bhavati saṃbhāvyate /
vidu yathā rājānujena gantavyaṃ tathā gacchāmi /

Two inconsistent duties sever
My mind with cruel shock,
As when the current of a river
Is split upon a rock.

[paragraph continues] (He reflects.) My friend, the queen-mother has always felt toward you as toward a son. Do you return, tell her what duty keeps me here, and yourself perform the offices of a son.

Clown. You don't think I am afraid of the devils?

King (smiling). O mighty Brahman, who could suspect it?

Clown. But I want to travel like a prince.