If Paradise will reward your devotion to your husband,
then the same Paradise waits for your daughter, who has been as true a
wife.
RAMA
Are you indeed a true wife?
AMA
Yes.
RAMA
Do you know how to die without flinching?
AMA
I do.
RAMA
Then let the funeral fire be lighted for you! See, there lies the body of
your husband.
AMA
Jivaji?
RAMA
Yes, Jivaji. He was your husband by plighted troth. The baffled fire of the
nuptial God has raged into the hungry fire of death, and the interrupted
wedding shall be completed now.
VINAYAKA
Do not listen, my child. Go back to your son, to your own nest darkened
with sorrow. My duty has been performed to its extreme cruel end, and
nothing now remains for you to do.--Wife, your grief is fruitless. Were the
branch dead which was violently snapped from our tree, I should give it to
the fire. But it has sent living roots into a new soil and is bearing
flowers and fruits. Allow her, without regret, to obey the laws of those
among whom she has loved.
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