ABLAMORE.
Again,… we are not at the end, the journey is very long—and naked truth is hid among the rocks…. Will she come forth?… I see her gestures in your eyes already, and her cool breath will lave my visage soon…. Ah!… Alladine! Alladine!…[He releases her suddenly.] I heard your bones cry out like little children…. I have not hurt you?… Do not stay thus, upon your knees before me,… It is I who go down on my knees. [He does as he says] I am a wretch…. You must have pity…. It is not for myself alone I pray…. I have only one poor daughter…. All the rest are dead…. I had seven of them about me…. They were fair and full of happiness; and I saw them no more…. The only one left to me is going to die, too…. She did not love life…. But one day she encountered something she no longer looked for, and I saw she had lost the desire to die…. I do not ask a thing impossible…. [ALLADINE weeps and makes no answer.]