While my masters are fooling, I’ll to my folly too.
(He slips out by the side door.)
BROTHER (embarking upon a religious discourse in order to allay NOBUTOSHI’S suspicions).
It matters not whether faith and words be great or small,
Whether the law be kept or broken.
CHORUS.
Neither in the “Yea” nor “Nay” is the Truth found;
There is none but may be saved at last.
BROTHER.
Not man alone; the woods and fields
Show happy striving.
CHORUS.
The willow in his green, the peony
In crimson dressed.