[Growing frenzied.]
Drove me a prey unto this wilderness!
Upon the blot of it and death and sear!
The silence, burning, and relentless swoon!
You are the leper, who have broken troth
And shut the cry of justice from your breast!
Who’ve stifled me with desolation’s woe,
Who’ve followed still and still have me betrayed!
MICHAL
Betrayed? No, loose me!