Recitative. And he coolly eats it at a mouthful; and the crafty Kudayu is so astonished that he remains speechless.
Yuranosuke. With such poor fish we cannot drink. We will have a fowl killed and broiled. Come with me within and we will make the women sing.
Recitative. He goes staggering in exhilaration. Music is heard within.
Yuranosuke. You little vixens, see if I don’t make you drunk.
Recitative. Amid the noise he goes in. Sagisaka Bannai, who has been watching the whole time, comes downstairs.
Bannai. Master Kudayu, I have been carefully observing. From one who does not refrain from animal food on the anniversary of his master’s death, revenge is not to be dreamt of. I will report it to my master Moronao and make him open the gates that he keeps strictly guarded.
Kudayu. Yes, there is no longer need for guard. See, he has forgotten his sword.
Bannai. Indeed! it truly proves what a great fool he is. Let us look at this soul of a samurai. Why, it is rusted all over.
Kudayu. Ha, ha, ha! It shows his true nature more clearly still; and you may now rest at ease. Let Kudayu’s servants bring his palanquin.
Recitative. They bring the palanquin.