While speaking in this way with a voice chocked up with tears, Sita said to Lakshmana, who was disheartened and absorbed in thought: “O son of Sumitra, prepare for me a pyre, the only remedy for this calamity! Agonized by these false rumors, I cannot bear living. You have turned your back on all my devotion and good disposition.” Neither did you consider as valid the fact that you accepted my hand in matrimony in our youth. Neither did you give much importance to my conduct, O You who knows what good conduct is. I am known as the daughter of King Janaka not because I took birth from him, but because I came out of the ground itself at the sacrificial arena. Moreover, You, O tiger among kings, like a little man prone to fits of anger, have given singular importance to the general nature of women. Then you would not have undertaken this useless enterprise, putting your life in danger, nor would your friends have undergone such unnecessary difficulty. “When the great hero Hanuman was sent to find me, why did you not reject me while I was still in the city of Lanka, O king? I would have given up my life right in front of Hanuman as soon as I would have heard that you had rejected me. Being unprotected as I was, what was I to do with my limbs when they were under the control of someone else? If you could not know me after growing up intimately with me and living with me, then I am completely finished. What is under my control, my heart, that always abides in you. If you were just testing me, then give up this doubt! When I came into contact with Ravana’s body, I was helpless, my lord. Trust Me! I swear by my own character! Because of the conduct of certain women, you are doubtful about women as a whole. “Why do you address me with such jarring, rough and unbecoming words, O valiant one, as a common man would a common woman? I am not as you think, O strong-armed one. Then, wiping her tear-stained face, she slowly spoke to her husband with a chocked-up voice: As if pierced by those arrow-like words, she drew her limbs within herself and shed profuse tears. Hearing her husband’s terrible accusations for the first time in a large gathering, the Princess of Mithila became bowed with shame. After hearing these harsh and hair-raising words spoken by Rama, Sita became greatly distraught.
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