MORONAO. Yes, yes. Your wife is a very accomplished lady. Hearing that I take to the composition of poetry, she has asked me to correct her odes. No doubt, she has written on the matter. RECITATIVE. He opens the letter-case and reads out. MORONAO “Heavy the burden love doth lay, E’en when ’tis free from sin; Let not thy heart, then, go astray Unlawful love to win.”[5] Why, this is an ode from the “New Collection of Odes, Ancient and Modern.” Does she wish me to correct an old ode? Humph. RECITATIVE. He is wrapped in thought. Then his love is rejected, and has she confessed to her husband? He conceals his chagrin as he turns to Enya. MORONAO. Lord Hangwan, did you see this ode? HANGWAN. I see it now for the first time. MORONAO. H’m, when I was reading it? Ah, your wife is a very chaste lady. Even an ode that she sends me is of this kind, “Let not thy heart go astray unlawful love to win.” Most chaste, most chaste. You are a lucky man. No wonder you come late to the Palace. As you are always sticking close to your wife, you give no thought to your duties here. RECITATIVE. Hangwan does not know that this insult is heaped upon him in return for Moronao’s having taken back his abuse from Wakasanosuke. He checks his rising passions. ENYA. Ha, ha. Are you merry with wine, my lord? You have been drinking, no doubt. MORONAO. When did you pour me wine? Nay, when did I drink? Even when I am given wine and drink, I do not fail in my duty. And you, why are you late? Have you been drinking? Or have you been keeping close at home? Lord Wakasanosuke, he is so different to you; he is most diligent. Oh, your wife is chaste, beautiful, and writes a fine hand. Be proud of her. Now keep your temper. I am telling the truth. To-day when His Highness is so busy and I too am no less, you can come and say to me with a proud look, “This is my wife’s ode!” If your wife is so precious, no need for you to come here. A fellow who always remains at home like you is often compared to a carp in a well. Now listen to me. This carp thinks that there is no place in heaven or on earth like the well of three or four feet width that he lives in, for he has no opportunity of seeing other places. Then when the well is cleaned, he comes up in a bucket and is thrown into the river. He who knew only his narrow home is delighted to find himself in the river; but he loses his way and knocks his nose against a bridge-pier, which sends his body a-trembling till he gives up the ghost. You are just such another carp. Ha, ha, ha! RECITATIVE. As he talks at random, Hangwan can endure it no longer. HANGWAN. Are you out of your senses that you talk in this way? Are you mad, Moronao? MORONAO. What, how dare you call a samurai a madman, ay, me, Kono Moronao, the first of all the nobles? HANGWAN. Then, you insult me deliberately? MORONAO. You are tiresome. What will you do if I say, yes? HANGWAN. Why, this.