Ai, for I see The blood on your hand From the torn rafters! Red, red blood Of a deed of fury. So I tell you, Samurai rude, Not for one life, Even for one, Will I be yours. Please... to leave me. [ (He looks at his hand and is going.) And yet... (as he stops)... not thus! [ (She struggles.) The priest would bid me Bind up your wound. And you were once Sanko my friend!-- Put forth your hand! [ (He does so.) The blood---- Sanko (with sudden fierceness). The blood is his! [ (As she falls back with a cry.) His! I have slain him! [ Mockingly. And did his ghost Not come here flitting? Coldly flitting? Here with moaning Does it not hang Upon the roof-tree Hungering for you? He lay in the dark-- One lay with him-- One who escaped to the river. But him I slew That you might never Turn from the Buddha And from your fathers; Turn dishonoured Of all who greet you. O-Ume (speech coming at last). Ah! A-hi! Slain!... It cannot be! Sanko ((drawing a bloody sword.)). And is this wet with dew?

O-Ume Monologue from The Immortal Lure

Rehearse O-Ume's monologue