Recitative. He takes a scroll from his bosom and deftly unrolls it.
Goemon. This is the covenant signed by the confederates who have sworn to slay our lord’s enemy, Kono Moronao.
Recitative. Before he has done reading it, Kanpei calls out in his agony.
Kanpei. What are their names?
Goemon. We are forty-five in all. Since we have seen your spirit, we will add your name and then we shall be forty-six. Take this as a souvenir to the other world.
Recitative. He takes out an ink-and-brush case from his bosom and writes down Kanpei’s name.
Goemon. Seal it with your blood, Kanpei.
Kanpei. Right willingly.
Recitative. He cuts his belly in a cross and pulling out his entrails, presses them under his name.
Kanpei. Now I have sealed it with my blood. Ah, how glad, how thankful I am! My desire is attained. Mother, do not lament, I pray you. Neither my father-in-law’s death nor my wife’s service has been in vain. Please, take this money for our confederates’ use.