ACT VII (Enter, in a chariot that flies through the air, the king and Matali.) King. Matali, though I have done what Indra commanded, I think myself an unprofitable servant, when I remember his most gracious welcome. Matali. O King, know that each considers himself the other's debtor. You count the service given Small by the welcome paid, Which to the king of heaven Seems mean for such brave aid. King. Ah, no! For the honour given me at parting went far beyond imagination. Before the gods, he seated me beside him on his throne. And then He smiled, because