(As the slave dances, all watch eagerly save Sindibad, who gazes at Halima.)
Sindibad—Thy voice is soothing as the sound of water in the heart of the desert. Let me see thy face.
Halima—Look at these fabrics rather.
Sindibad—Nay, but an instant, while they watch the dancer, unveil, and let me see thy face.
Halima—I may not.
Sindibad—It is not forbidden. I am thy husband's kinsman. Let me see thy face!
(Halima drops veil. Sindibad prostrates himself.)
Sindibad—I am thy slave forever, oh fairer than the day at dawn.
Halima—Arise! they will see thee!
Sindibad—And thou hast married the merchant Kodama! Awah! Awah!