or unchastity and jealousy. Bear it in mind."

At the cruel words Kosuke, drawing painful breath:

_Kosuke_--"Eh! To us, to us, to us, such speech applies not. Unkind,
unrighteous, is this death punishment. There is naught to compare to it.
Very wicked and unprincipled, surely you are possessed of a devil!
Seldom is the life of a serving man grudged him; unconsidered as he is.
Forgetful, the evil reputation of lechery is attached, and death the
portion. Eh! How regrettable! The sight is unseemly. 'Twas you who
inflicted the wound! To the Okusama also, evil the name. Thus, without
intention, the end of your life is not witnessed by your child."

_Iemon_--"By the hand of another your wound, by one your parent! On my
part--on my part--had I aught to do with this? Heigh! Am I not grieved?
Eh! Cold? Unfeeling? A wound to myself could not pain more."

Vainly writhing he raised and embraced the body of the child. As sadly
he lamented, O'Iwa crawled up close. Tightly her arms clasped the dead
body of her child.

_O'Iwa_--"Alas! Alas! Inosuke! Inosuke! The selfishness of your father;
the temperament of the mother; foolish their thoughts. Thus have you
ended life.... How great is the grudge. Heigh! Exercise forbearance!
Exercise forbearance! Deign to show forbearance. Parent and child are
related for but one life, 'tis said. Now separated, again in what world
will there be meeting? Men are born into the wide world. There is such a
thing as sympathy, 'tis said. Before your eyes lie _kerai_ (retainer),
wife, and child. Now, on the very brink of time, not once do you recite
the Buddha's name. Abandon your inordinate desires. Is your heart that
of a demon? Eh! A snake? Cruel and cold to your wife, you reckon up your
various hates. With Kosuke I am the one to lament. Tears overflow.
Steady the fall of rain of Yo[u]suji, of _sumidare_ (the rainy season).
When dying the chief of birds vomits forth blood with his song: so I."

_Iemon_--"Ya! The song she sings inspires no regret. A prayer said and
the child enters Nirvana. Namu Amida Butsu! As for these two--I would
kill them by inches; as they twisted, and staggered, and fell grasping
at the air, and in every way showed their agony. In the next world may
they meet with a mountain set with sharp-edged swords, so cruel as to
inspire pity."

Just then came running to the front entrance Suian. He gasped for
breath:

"Heigh! Heigh! Iemon Dono!"

_Suian_--"O'Iwa Dono's appearance has