KOMACHI (thrusting her hat under the PRIESTS’ noses and shrieking at them menacingly).
Grr! You priests, give me something: give me something ... Ah!
PRIEST.
What do you want?
KOMACHI.
Let me go to Komachi.[104]
PRIEST.
But you told us you were Komachi. What folly is this you are talking?
KOMACHI.
No, no.... Komachi was very beautiful.
Many letters came to her, many messages,—
Thick as raindrops out of a black summer sky.
But she sent no answer, not even an empty word.
And now in punishment she has grown old:
She has lived a hundred years—
I love her, oh I love her!