HATMAKER.
No, no! I could not take it in return for such a trifle.
USHIWAKA.
I beg you to accept it.
HATMAKER.
Well, I cannot any longer refuse. How glad my wife will be! (Calling.) Are you there?
WIFE.
What is it? (They go aside.)
HATMAKER.
This young lad asked me to make him an eboshi, and when it was made he gave me this sword as a present. Is it not a noble payment? Here, look at it. (The wife takes the sword and when she has examined it bursts into tears.) Why, I thought you would treasure it like a gift from Heaven. And here you are shedding tears over it! What is the matter?