Chapter 6

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!