Man, and thou—
Thou?
GIORGIO
Sire, I set my heart again to sleep:
I turned and slept under my boatside.
ALEXANDER
Man—
Dog—devil, if this be truth, and if my fear
Lie not—how hadst thou heart to hold thy peace?
How comes it that the warders of the shore
Knew not of thee, while yet the crime was hot,
What crime had made night hell?
GIORGIO
A thousand times
I have seen such sights, but never till this hour
Seen him who cared to hear of them.
ALEXANDER
Till now,
Never. He looks in God’s mute face and mine,
And says it. God be good to me! But God
Will not—or is not. Where is then thy dead,
Devil, called of God from hell to smite—to scourge—
Me?
GIORGIO