(Sindibad kneels and kisses Halima's hand and then his own. His slave boy quickly opens the bundles, and the contents are eagerly examined.)
Kodama—I had thought to see thee sooner; the wedding is four days old.
Sindibad—I had thought to come sooner, but there was a maiden.... Never have I seen such stars as were her eyes, and her lips, the blood of pomegranate.
Kodama—Thou wast ever led easily by starry eyes.
Halima—(Holding out scarf.) See, it is a wondrous cloth, with threads of gold and silver.
Sindibad—Thy loveliness will enhance its beauties a thousand times.
Halima—My loveliness did not tempt thee to hasten.
Sindibad—I have never seen thy face, and there was a maiden....
Kodama—There was a maiden. Have done with thy raving! (To Halima.) Let thy slave dance!
Halima—Dance!