Slave—Master, thou hast killed a true believer.
Kodama—I have killed—
Slave—In mistake, oh master.
Kodama—And art thou a true believer?
Slave—Even as thou sayest.
Kodama—Then I make thee free that the blood-wit be paid! Go forth, thou art free! (Suddenly and hoarsely to the musicians.) Break your lutes!
(Music stops.) Let there be lamentations! This is a house of sorrow!
(CURTAIN)