A Girl (Kagekiyo's daughter).Her AttendantKagekiyo the Passionate.A Villager.Chorus.
Girl and Attendant
Late dewdrops are our lives that only wait
Till the wind blows, the wind of morning blows.
Girl
I am Hitomaru. I live in the valley of Kamegaye. My father Kagekiyo the
Passionate fought for the House of Hei
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and for this was hated by the Genji.
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I am told they have banished him to Miyazaki in the country of
Hyūga, and there in changed estate he passes the months and years. I
must not be downcast at the toil of the journey;
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for hardship is the lot of all that travel on unfamiliar roads, and I
must bear it for my father's sake.
Shall we, inured to travel, see you in our dreams?
Attendant
We have journeyed so fast that I think we must already have come to
Miyazaki in the country of Hyūga. It is here you should ask for your
father.
The voice of Kagekiyo is heard from within his hat.
Kagekiyo
Behind this gate,
This pine-wood barricade shut in alone
I waste the hours and days;
By me not numbered, since my eyes no longer
See the clear light of heaven, but in darkness,
Unending darkness, profitlessly sleep
In this low room.
For garment given but one coat to cover
From winter winds or summer's fire
This ruin, this anatomy!
Chorus
speaking for Kagekiyo.
Oh better had I left the world, to wear
The black-stained sleeve.
Who will now pity me, whose withered frame
Even to myself is hateful?
Or who shall make a care to search for me
And carry consolation to my woes?
Girl
How strange! That hut is so old, I cannot think that any one can live
there. Yet I heard a voice speaking within. Perhaps some beggar lodges
there; I will not go nearer.
The exile? What exile do you mean? Tell me his name.
Attendant
We are loking for Kagekiyo the Passionate who fought for the Taira.
Kagekiyo
I have heard of him indeed. But I am blind, and have not seen him. I have
heard such sad tales of his plight that I needs must pity him. Go further;
ask elsewhere.
Attendant
to Girl, who has been waiting.
It does not seem that we shall find him here. Let us go further and ask
again.
They pass on.
Kagekiyo
Who can it be that is asking for me? What if it should be the child of
this blind man? For long ago when I was at Atsuta in Owari I courted a
woman and had a child by her. But since the child was a girl, I thought I
would get no good of her and left her with the head-man of the valley of
Kamegaye. But she was not content to stay with her foster-parents and has
come all this way to meet her true father.
Chorus
To hear a voice,
To hear and not to see!
Oh pity of blind eyes!
I have let her pass by;
I have not told my name;
But it was love that bound me,
Love's rope that held me.
Attendant
calling into the side-bridge.
Hie! Is there any villager about?
Villager
raising the curtain that divides the side-bridge from the stage.
What do you want with me?
Attendant
Do you know where the exile lives?
Villager
The exile? What exile is it you are asking for?
Attendant
One called Kagekiyo the Passionate who fought for the Taira.
Villager
Did you not see some one in a thatched hut under the hillside as you came
along?
Attendant
Why, we saw a blind beggar in a thatched hut.
Villager
That blind beggar is your man. He is Kagekiyo.
The Girl starts and trembles.
But why does your lady tremble when I tell you that he is Kagekiyo? What
is amiss with her?
Attendant
No wonder that you ask. I will tell you at once; this lady is Kagekiyo's
daughter. She has borne the toil of this journey because she longed to
meet her father face to face. Please take her to him.
Villager
She is Kagekiyo's daughter? How strange, how strange! But, lady, calm
yourself and listen.
Kagekiyo went blind in both his eyes, and finding himself helpless, shaved
his head and called himself the beggar of Hyūga. He begs a little
from travellers; and we villagers are sorry for him and see to it that he
does not starve. Perhaps he would not tell you his name because he was
ashamed of what he has become. But if you will come with me I will shout
"Kagekiyo" at him. He will surely answer to his own name. Then you shall
go to him and talk of what you will, old times or now. Please come this
way.
They go towards the hut.
Hie, Kagekiyo, Kagekiyo! Are you there, Kagekiyo the Passionate?
Kagekiyo
stopping his ears with his hands, irritably.
Noise, noise!
Silence! I was vexed already. For a while ago there came travellers from
my home! Do you think I let them stay? No, no. I could not show them my
loathsomeness. . . . It was hard to let them go,—not tell them my
name!
A thousand rivers of tears soften my sleeve!
A thousand, thousand things I do in dream
And wake to idleness! Oh I am resolved
To be in the world as one who is not in the world.
Let them shout "Kagekiyo, Kagekiyo":
Need beggars answer?
Moreover, in this land I have a name.
Chorus
"In Hyūga sunward-facing
A fit name found I.
Oh call me not by the name
Of old days that have dropped
Like the bow from a stricken hand!
For I whom passion
Had left for ever
At the sound of that wrathful name
Am angry, angry."
While the Chorus speaks his thought Kagekiyo mimes their words, waving his
stick and finally beating it against his thigh in a crescendo of rage.
Kagekiyo
suddenly lowering his voice, gently.
But while I dwell here
Chorus
"But while I dwell here
To those that tend me
Should I grow hateful
Then were I truly
A blind man staffless.
Oh forgive
Profitless anger, tongue untended,
A cripple's spleen."
Kagekiyo
For though my eyes be darkened
Chorus
"Though my eyes be darkened
Yet, no word spoken,
Men's thoughts I see.
Listen now to the wind
In the woods upon the hill:
Snow is coming, snow!
Oh bitterness to wake
From dreams of flowers unseen!
And on the shore,
Listen, the waves are lapping
Over rough stones to the cliff.
The evening tide is in.
Kagekiyo fumbles for his staff and rises, coming just outside the hut. The
mention of "waves," "shore," "tide," has reminded him of the great
shore-battle at Yashima in which the Tairas triumphed.
"I was one of them, of those Tairas. If you will listen, I will tell you
the tale. . ."
Kagekiyo
to the Villager.
There was a weight on my mind when I spoke to you so harshly. Pray forgive
me.
Villager
No, no! you are always so! I do not heed you. But tell me, did not some
one come before, asking for Kagekiyo?
Kagekiyo
No,—you are the only one who has asked.
Villager
It is not true. Some one came here saying that she was Kagekiyo's
daughter. Why did you not tell her? I was sorry for her and have brought
her back with me.
To the Girl.
Come now, speak with your father.
Girl
going to Kagekiyo's side and touching his sleeve.
It is I who have come to you.
I have come all the long way,
Through rain, wind, frost and dew.
And now—you have not understood; it was all for nothing.
Am I not worth your love? Oh cruel, cruel!
She weeps.
Kagekiyo
All that till now I thought to have concealed
Is known; where can I hide,
I that have no more refuge than the dew
That finds no leaf to lie on?
Should you, oh flower delicately tended,
Call me your father, then would the World know you
A beggar's daughter. Oh think not ill of me
That I did let you pass!
He gropes falteringly with his right hand and touches her sleeve.
Chorus
Oh sad, sad!
He that of old gave welcome
To casual strangers and would raise an angry voice
Listen, Kagekiyo, there is something your daughter wants of you.
Kagekiyo
What is it she wants?
Villager
She tells me that she longs to hear the story of your high deeds at
Yashima. Could you not tell us the tale?
Kagekiyo
That is a strange thing for a girl to ask. Yet since kind love brought her
this long, long way to visit me, I cannot but tell her the tale. Promise
me that when it is finished you will send her back again to her home.
Villager
I will. So soon as your tale is finished, I will send her home.
This way, that way, they scuttled wildly, and he cried,
"They shall not escape me!"
Kagekiyo
breaking in excitedly.
Cowards, cowards all of you!
Chorus
Cowards, all of you!
Sight shameful alike for Gen and Hei.
Then, thinking that to stop one man
Could not but be easy,
Sword under arm,
"I am Kagekiyo," he cried,
"Kagekiyo the Passionate, a captain of the soldiers of Hei."
And swiftly pursued, with naked hand to grasp
The helm that Mionoya wore.
He clutched at the neck-piece,
Twice and again he clutched, but it slipped from him, slid through his
fingers.
Then crying "He shall not escape me, this foe I have chosen,"
Swooped like a bird, seized upon the helmet,
"Eya, eya," he cried, tugging,
Till "Crack"—the neck-piece tore from the helm and was left in
his hand,
While the master of it, suddenly free, ran till he was come
A good way off, then turning,
"O mighty Kagekiyo, how terrible the strength of your arm!"
And the other called back to him, "Nay, say rather 'How strong the
shaft
Of Mionoya's neck!'" So laughed they across the battle,
And went off each his way.
Kagekiyo, who has been miming the battle, breaks off abruptly and turns to
the Villager. The Chorus speaks for him.
Chorus
"I am old: I have forgotten—things unforgettable!
My thoughts are tangled: I am ashamed.
But little longer shall this world,
This sorrowful world torment me.
The end is near: go to your home;
Pray for my soul departed, child, candle to my darkness,
Bridge to salvation!
He rises to his feet groping with his stick, comes to the Girl, and gently
pushes her before him towards the wing.
"I stay," he said; and she "I go."
The sound of this word
Was all he kept of her,
Nor passed between them
Remembrance other.
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