Biting the boards up! Now you’ve got to swear!
Give me your oath! What? So you’re stubborn still?
Wait, we’ll soon make you!—If I can’t, she will!
[Exit into house.
[For a time Tikipu lies sobbing. Presently he draws towards him the torn fragments of his drawing, and falls down upon them with a cry of despair.
Tiki.
He had no pity, no pity on me at all!
Wiowani! Oh, it is no use to call!
Nobody cares! Nobody hears my cry!
Oh! I have failed! Wiowani, let me die!
Oh! let me die!