OHANO. Why, they are giving something to my red god—something that's long as a serpent moon—see, he holds it out in admiration, before him. Just what can it be?
ZAMA. In faith I do believe they have given your hero—a sword!
OHANO. A marvellous sword—look, its jewels flash with the shifting lights, warm as the colored rifts of sunset!
ZAMA. Such gems do be a tribute to his greatness, Ohano, they do.
OHANO. How gladly would I have the way I seek without such tribute—how willingly!
ZAMA. And now the crowd do be parting—he leaves the boat and he looks this way, Ohano—he looks!
OHANO. Nijo, my red wonder of the world!
ZAMA. See, he mounts his steed—he waves to you!
OHANO. Nijo! Nijo!
ZAMA. And now he rides off to come to you here. It is better we be waiting inside for him—when he brings back his love to his promised bride.