She knows nothing of passion, and longs only for her father, her cottage, and her garden.

Osaka wearies of his guest, but Kyoto plans to play still further upon his lust.

He clothes her in richer robes, but more transparent, places her upon a balcony, and, withdrawing a curtain, exhibits her beauty to the multitude in the street.

Amazed cries greet the revelation.

Osaka returns and pleads for her love.
"Iris!" It is the cry of the blind man hunting the child whom he thinks has sold herself into disgraceful slavery.