The People. Yes! Yes! like little children who are lost!
The Son. For my father who is blind, Isis, I implore thee!
All. Isis! Father! Pity!
High Priest. Thmei, Queen of Justice! Mirror of truth! Bend thy head!
The Young Paralytic. I have offered up ten lambs to thee. Let me get up and walk!
The Man [with the bandaged head] An unseen monster devours my face making me howl with pain.
Paralyzed Man. I drag through the mire, like a beast unclean. Let me walk upright like a god.
The Two Sons [of the mad woman] Behold our mother, Isis, behold our mother, who knows us no more, who knows not herself even, and who laughs!—
The Mother. Isis! Thou art a mother. Isis, in the name of thine own child, save mine. Let me not go with empty arms, bereft of my tender burden. Thou art a mother, Isis!
High Priest. All! All! Pray! Supplicate! Fling you with your faces to the ground—yes! yes! again! Silence! She is about to answer. [A long pause] Your prayers are lukewarm. Your supplications need fervor! Pray! Weep! Cry out! Cry out!