Satni. You demand it! You demand a miracle. Well, then, you shall have one, I will do this, but in the presence of all! Go! go! go throughout the domains—bring hither those you find bowed on the earth, or hung to poles for drawing water. Go you others, summon the slaves, the piteous workers—call hither the drawers of stones, bid them drop the ropes that flay their shoulders, bid them come.
Mieris. What would you do?
Satni. Convince them.
Mieris. Now of a sudden, brutally?
Satni. Brutally.
Rheou. Do you believe them ready?
Satni. You are afraid.
Rheou. Day comes not suddenly on night, between them is the dawn.
Delethi leads Mieris right under the peristyle.
Satni. I would have day, broad daylight—Now, at once, for all! 'Tis a crime to promise them reward for their suffering. How do we know that they will ever be paid?