Halima—Thou must not sit so close.
Sindibad—I love thee, and shall stay until thou sayest, "I love thee."
Halima—(Stopping her song.) I am thy kinsman's wife.
Sindibad—By Allah! Thou art no man's wife but mine!
Halima—I am but a dream. Awake, lest the Prophet smite thee!
Sindibad—Oh, beautiful dream, I am mad for thee. To-night thou shalt fly with me into the desert.
(Kodama enters C. unnoticed, and listens.)
Halima—I am thy kinsman's wife. My father gave me to him.
Sindibad—The fire of youth has gone from his blood. He is old. Thou canst not love him.
Kodama—Allah!