Anah.‍My Azaziel!

[Exeunt.

Scene II.—Enter Irad and Japhet.

Irad. Despond not: wherefore wilt thou wander thus

To add thy silence to the silent night,

And lift thy tearful eye unto the stars?

They cannot aid thee.

Japh.‍But they soothe me—now

Perhaps she looks upon them as I look.

Methinks a being that is beautiful