[John touches his dagger, and looks like using it.
Thoothoobaba gives it.]
Take back your gold. Be silent about this. You too.
[He throws gold to Bazzalol.]
Gold does not make you silent, but there is a thing that does. What is that thing? Speak. What thing makes you silent?
O, great master, it is death.
Death, eh? And how will you die if you speak? You know how you will die?
Tell your comrade, then.
We shall be eaten, great master.
You know by what?
Small things, great master, small things. Oh-h-h-h. Oh-h-h.
[THOOTHOOBABA’s knees scarcely hold him.]
It is well.
A small street. Al Shaldomir.
Time: Next day.
[Enter L. the sheik of the Bishareens.
He goes to an old green door, pointed of course in the Arabic way.]
[The Bishareens run on.]
It is the place and the hour.
Sheik [to first BISHAREEN]
[First BISHAREEN goes to right and watches up sunny street.]
[Enter Hafiz el Alcolahn. He goes straight up to the sheik and whispers.]
Hear, O Bishareens.
[Hafiz places flute to his lips.]
And the gold, master?
Silence! It is the signal.
[Hafiz plays a weird, strange tune on his flute.]
Master, once more.