with rage.  When they are no longer amenable to this arts of conciliation, it is not proper, O slayer of Madhu, that thou shouldst show them mercy.  Those enemies, O Krishna, with whom peace cannot be established by either conciliation or presents, should be treated with severity by one desirous of saving his life.  Therefore, O mighty-armed Achyuta, heavy should be the punishment that deserves to be speedily inflicted upon them by thyself aided by the Pandavas and the Srinjayas.  Indeed, even this would become the son of Pritha, and add to thy glory, and if accomplished, will, O Krishna, be a source of great happiness to the whole Kshatriya race.  He that is covetous, whether belonging to the Kshatriya or any other order, save of course a Brahmana, even if most sinful, ought surely to be slain by a Kshatriya, who is true to the duties of his own order.  The exception in the case of a Brahmana, O sire, is due to a Brahmana’s being the preceptor of all the other orders, as also the first sharer of everything.  Persons conversant with the scriptures declare, O Janardana, that sin is incurred in slaying one that deserveth not to be slain.  So there is equal sin in not slaying one that deserveth to be slain.  Act thou, therefore, O Krishna, in such a way with the forces of the Pandavas and the Srinjayas, that sin may not touch thee.  From excess of confidence in thee, O Janardana, I will repeat what hath been said again and again.  Whatever woman, O Kesava, is there on earth like me?  I am the daughter of king Drupada, risen from the sacrificial alter.  I am the sister of Dhrishtadyumna, thy dear friend, O Krishna.  I have by marriage become a lady of Ajamida’s race,—­the daughter-in-law of the illustrious Pandu.  I am the queen of Pandu’s sons, who resemble five Indras in splendour.  I have, by these five heroes, five sons that are all mighty car-warriors, and that are morally bound to thee, O Krishna, as Abhimanyu himself.  Being such, O Krishna, I was seized by the hair, dragged into the assembly and insulted in the very sight of the sons of Pandu and in thy life-time.  O Kesava, the sons of Pandu, the Panchalas, and the Vrishnis being all alive, exposed to the gaze of the assembly I was treated as a slave by those sinful wretches.  And when the Pandavas beholding it all sat silent without giving way to wrath, in my heart I called upon thee.  O Govinda, saying,—­Save me, O save me!—­Then the illustrious king Dhritarashtra, my father-in-law, said unto me, ’Ask thou any boon, O princess of Panchala.  Thou deservest boons and even honour at my hands.’  Thus addressed I said, ’Let the Pandavas be free men with their cars and weapons.’  Upon this the Pandavas, O Kesava, were freed but only to be exiled into the woods.  O Janardana, thou knowest all these sorrows of mine.  Rescue me, O lotus-eyed one, with my husbands, kinsmen, and relatives, from that grief.  Morally, O Krishna, I am the daughter-in-law of both Bhishma and Dhritarashtra.  Though such, I was yet forcibly made a slave.  Fie to Partha’s bowmanship, oh, fie to Bhimasena’s might since Duryodhana, O Krishna, liveth for even a moment.  If I deserve any favour at thy hands, if thou hast any compassion for me, let thy wrath, O Krishna, be directed towards the sons of Dhritarashtra.’