NIJO. I'm not a man. I'm dead.
OHANO. But you have known the glory of life. Shall I never know the way to it? [Appealingly, to the globe.] The way—the way is what I seek!
ZAMA. Look not so upon the evil ball, child. It do be enchanted for one thousand years! [Ohano moves nearer the globe.] Go not so near, child! Evil will fall—and you will be enslaved!
OHANO. What care I, if it shows me the way?
[Hands outstretched to the globe.
ZAMA. [Appealingly to Nijo.] Sir, I pray you do be stopping her. She do be always gazing at that golden ball; and slowly it do be drawing her within its enchanted grasp. And it do be an enchanted ball!
NIJO. Perhaps there's more to its enchantment than I thought. It claimed me for a victim—and now it's freezing her life's warmth to the falseness of Orient pearl.
OHANO. [Murmuring to the globe.] The way—the way! I must have the way!
NIJO. [Swiftly drawing his sword.] I will not show you—but I'll save you!
[Starts toward the gazing globe.