[Quietly.] A desolation left, of rock and air,
Of barren sea and bitterness as vast.
Thou hast bereft me, Saul! thou hast bereft!
[He moves up the cliff, gazes sadly away, then kneels by a stone, as to pray.]
My flesh cries for oblivion—to sink
Unwaking away into the Night … where is
No tears, but only tides of sleep.…
No, crieth
Not for Oblivion and Night, but for
Rage and revenge! Saul! Saul!… My spirit, peace.