Igo. No.
Osono. Did he sleep with you?
Igo. No; he went to sleep by himself.
Osono. Why did you not keep him company and send him to sleep?
Igo. I would have; but he kept on crying, for he could not, he said, get milk from either master or me.
Osono. Ah, poor fellow! I suppose so. That, of all things, must be true.
Recitative. She bursts into tears at the door; and no sleeve of hers is dry in the rain that falls not from the sky.
Gihei. (within) Hi, hi, Igo, where are you?
Recitative. Thus calling, out comes the master, Gihei.
Igo. Yes, I am here.