And the old man, temporising with his grief, answers:
Thou art subtle and strong.
I would thou hadst spared him—couldst have spared him.
And the son replies:
Sire,
I would so too. Our sire, his sire and mine,
I slew him not for lust of slaying, or hate,
Or aught less like thy wiser spirit and mine.
But Cæsar-Satan has already said the epilogue to the whole representation, when, speaking to his mother, he bids her leave the responsibility of things: