HIME
Surely no one can live in that ruin, and yet a voice sounds from it. A
beggar perhaps, let us take a few steps and see.

KAGEKIYO
My eyes will not show it me, yet the autumn wind is upon us.

HIME
The wind blows from an unknown past, and spreads our doubts through the
world. The wind blows, and I have no rest, nor any place to find quiet.

KAGEKIYO
Neither in the world of passion, nor in the world of colour, nor in the
world of non-colour, is there any such place of rest; beneath the one sky
are they all. Whom shall I ask, and how answer?

TOMO
Shall I ask the old man by the thatch?

KAGEKIYO
Who are you?

TOMO
Where does the exile live?

KAGEKIYO
What exile?

TOMO
One who is called Akushichi-bioye Kagekiyo, a noble who fought under