The Gazing Globeby Eugene Pillot
Format of Original Source: Play
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NIJO. At last my lips will press yours, as the sun flames to an immortal moment when it meets the sky.
[Kneeling opposite each other, their lips meet. OHANO instantly gives a piercing scream and recoils from him. NIJO sinks into a heap.
OHANO. [Rising and turning toward the sea, weeping.] Oh, oh, oh!
ZAMA. [Rushing in from right.] What is it? What is it, Ohano?
OHANO. [Still weeping.] Oh–ooh.
ZAMA. What do it be, my little Ohano?
OHANO. [Turning.] His kiss–Nijo’s kiss!
OHANO. Cold as white marble–cold!
ZAMA. Cold as white marble?
OHANO. Oh, Nijo, why do you kiss me like a thing of stone?
NIJO. [As he looks up, pitifully.] Into that kiss I tried to put all the love I’ve thought these many years.
OHANO. The love you’ve thought?
NIJO. [Despondently.] Yes, I’ve only thought it–thought it!
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