SCENE VI
Jethro Bithell translation
SKIRINA. The foregoing.
SKIRINA. Hold! What drives thee on, fair youth, to meet thy death? CALAF. My fate, good woman, and this loveliness.... (Shows the picture.) SKIRINA. Who gave him the she-devil's image? (Weeps.) BARAK (weeps likewise). Chance. CALAF (frees himself). Hassan, farewell! Farewell, thou worthy dame I My charger and this purse I give to you. (Draws his purse and hands it to SKIRINA.) My poverty has nothing else to show Its gratitude. I pray you, if you will, Give something of it to the Heavenly Powers That they protect me. And something to the poor, That they may pray for me. And so farewell! (Exit in the direction of the city.) BARAK. Prince, do not go! My son.... My dear, dear son.... SKIRINA. Confucius be merciful to us!