Halima—Thou snarling camel, hast thou lost thine ears? Age has dried thy bones, and turned thy blood to dust. I'll none of thee.
Kodama—(Claps hands. Slave appears L.) Bring him here. Go!
(Slave carries in the body of Sindibad, and puts it on the dais. Halima sinks beside it with a little cry of distress.)
Halima—He was Allah's shadow upon the earth. Thou canst buy a woman, but not hold her. Let me go with him.
Kodama—Oh, amber pools where men may find oblivion, close ... close (chokes her.)
(The body falls beside Sindibad's.)
Kodama—Allah has left no calamity more hurtful to man than woman. It was written in the stars. (To Slave.) Bring the women. Let music be played, and let there be dancing.
(Slaves and attendants enter, and there is music.)
Kodama—(To the body of Sindibad.) Dost hear the music for thy wedding feast? Thou art dead, honey babbler, and gone to the desert of forgotten desires. Thou art dead!
(Slave dances. As dance ends, Kodama's slave kneels before him.)