Mieris. Who will console as with his justice!
Yaouma. Some one to cry our sorrows to!
Mieris. Yes, some one to pray to, and to thank!
Yaouma [sobbing] Oh! the pity of it, to feel we were abandoned!
Mieris [throwing herself in Yaouma's arms] I would not be abandoned!
Yaouma. We are not! Gods! Gods!
Mieris. Gods! We need gods! There are too many sorrows, it is not possible this earth should groan as it groans beneath a pitiless heaven—Ammon, reveal thyself.
Yaouma. Isis, show thyself! Have pity! [A pause. Then in a hushed voice] Mistress, I think she is going to appear to me again!—Isis!—mistress—do you hear—
Mieris [listening] I hear nothing.
Yaouma. Singing—the sound of harps—'tis she—