[Kneeling opposite each other, their lips meet. Ohano instantly gives a piercing scream and recoils from him. Nijo sinks into a heap.
OHANO. [Rising and turning toward the sea, weeping.] Oh, oh, oh!
ZAMA. [Rushing in from right.] What is it? What is it, Ohano?
OHANO. [Still weeping.] Oh—ooh.
ZAMA. What do it be, my little Ohano?
OHANO. [Turning.] His kiss—Nijo's kiss!
ZAMA. Yes?
OHANO. Cold as white marble—cold!
ZAMA. Cold as white marble?
OHANO. Oh, Nijo, why do you kiss me like a thing of stone?