_Kishôr_
Yes, here they come.
_Nandini_
What! Handcuffs on your wrists? Friend of my heart, where are they
taking you like that?
(_Bishu comes in under arrest._)
_Bishu_
It’s nothing to be anxious about!--Guards, please wait a little, let
me say a few words to her.--My wild girl, my heart’s joy, at last I
am free.
_Nandini_
What do you mean, Singer of my heart? I don’t understand your words.
_Bishu_
When I used to be afraid, and try to avoid danger at every step,
I seemed to be at liberty; but that liberty was the worst form of
bondage.
_Nandini_
What offence have you committed that they should take you away thus?
_Bishu_