Recitative. With tears the mother places before the two men the two packages of money and the pouch.
Mother. This pouch into which Kanpei’s spirit has entered, please, look upon it as my son-in-law and let it accompany you when you go to attack the enemy.
Goemon. Yes, that is a natural request.
Recitative. Goemon takes the money.
Goemon. Now enter into Buddhist happiness.
Kanpei. Buddhist happiness! Loathsome are the words. I will not die, no, I will not die. My spirit shall remain on earth and follow the attack upon our enemy.
Recitative. He speaks now with agony. The mother is bathed in tears.
Mother. I wish I could, Kanpei, let my daughter know of this and see you once more before you die.
Kanpei. No, mother. Her father’s death she may know of, but of mine never a word, I beg. The wife who was sold for her lord’s sake, if she should, on hearing of this, neglect her service, it would be the same as if she were disloyal to her lord. Only leave it as it is. I have now nothing I regret to leave behind.
Recitative. With the tip of his dirk he pierces his throat and, falling forward, he dies.