महावीरचरितम् (महाकवि भवभूति - वीररस-प्रधान रामकथा नाटक सम्पूर्ण ७ अङ्क सटीक)

iv. 27³—] Bhavabhūti — Uttara-Rāma-Charita [72 Lava—Sirs! Is it because [you think] there is no Kshatriya in this world that you are proclaiming in this fashion? [Voice,] behind the curtain—Fellow! To compare with our great King [Rāma] there are not any Kshatriyas. Lava—Fie upon you, villains! If they [your masters] are [great, as you say,] let them be. What need, however, of this your scarecrow [of a proclamation]? But, why waste words thus? Here am I now, seizing by force your ‘banner’ as you call it. 28 Here, Boys! Hem [this horse] in, throw clods at him and compel him to turn back: Let the poor creature, for once, graze amongst the roebucks! A Soldier, entering, angry and overbearing—Tush, rash boy! what didst thou say? Don’t forget (hi) that these files of doughty and ruthless warriors brook not even a mere child’s insolent words. And the Royal Prince Chandraketu, who knows how to chastise an enemy, is [away now], being attracted by a desire to see these mild and unfamiliar forests; but before he returns, do ye, and quickly, slip away through this shady thicket. Boys—Have done with this horse, Prince! For, these columns of warriors with their flashing weapons seem to threaten thee! And our hermitage is far from here. Come then: let us flee with the bounding speed of deer. Lava, with a laugh—So the weapons, you say, are really flashing, are they? Stringing his bow: Then, [let this my bow] with its string lapping—like a tongue— the tapering, tooth-like bow-tips—[this bow] the sound of the twang of which is, like a belching, terrific and grim: [my bow,] imitating the yawns of the jaws in the cavernous mouth of Death as when He grins ready to swallow [the world]—let my bow now open its gaping maw! 29 All walk about, as suits the occasion,¹ and go out. ¹ This would mean that Lava fights the soldier and drives him off the stage, himself in pursuit. END OF ACT IV CALLED KAUSALYĀ AND JANAKA.