As pants the heart for the water-brook, so I!
[He bows his head. Michal in rags that disguise, enters with the Lad, unseen.]
Her lips it was that hurled me unto this!
Yet, yet not violence on him and blood!
I must revenge’s call within me quell,
Though righteously it quivers and aflame.
[He goes slowly into the cave, Right.]
MICHAL
This is the place, then, this?
LAD