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.