We should not speak ill of a dying man. He was stupid and brought about
his, own end. He fell into the company of bad men and was ruined. Let us go."
Duryodhana, who was- stretched on the ground in intense, agony, when he
heard Krishna say this, went into a paroxysm of rage. He half raised himself on his arms
in spite of the excruciating pain, and exclaimed:
"Wretch! Son of a slave! Was not your father Vasudeva Kamsa's
slave? You have no business to sit or move with princes. You speak like, a shameless
wretch. I saw you instigate Bhima to aim his blow at my thigh!
Do you think I did not see you, making as though casually talking to
Arjuna, pointing to your thigh, but really indicating to Bhima that he should strike me on
the thighs, disregarding the laws of single combat? Till then it had been equal battle.
You have neither pity nor shame.
Did you not contrive the death of the grandsire Bhishma through
stratagem? You advised Sikhandin to be placed in front when attacking Bhishma, knowing
that the grandsire would scorn to fight awoman, and would let himself be mortally wounded