Yazama. Here, come, you all. I have found him hiding in the fuel-shed and brought him prisoner.
Recitative. On hearing this, they all run up to him in great glee such as a flower might feel when fed with dew.
Yuranosuke. Well done, bravely done. But do not kill him recklessly. He is at least a governor; even in killing him etiquette must be observed.
Recitative. And taking him over, he makes him sit above himself.
Yuranosuke. We, though we are but retainers, have broken into my lord’s mansion and created a disturbance, because we desired to avenge our lord’s death, and we beg you to pardon our want of manners. You will now bravely give us your head.
Recitative. On hearing these words, Moronao, hypocrite as he is, betrays no fear.
Moronao. Oh, your request is natural. I am prepared for death; come, take my head.
Recitative. Putting him off his guard, Moronao suddenly draws his sword and strikes at him; but Yuranosuke parries the blow and twists his arm.
Yuranosuke. Ha, delicately do you offer resistance. Come, you all; now is the moment for wreaking our vengeance.