Silence. Then a great cry of distress and disappointment.
High Priest. O mother! O goddess!
The Mother. O Isis! mother of Horus! the child god! Wilt thou let die my child? Behold him! Behold him!
Young Paralytic. Thy heart is hard, O goddess!
Paralyzed Man. Thou hast but to will it, Isis, and I walk!
The Man [with the bandaged head] Heal my sores! I sow horror around me! Heal my sores!
High Priest. Answer us! Bend thy head!
The crowd, delirious, cries and sobs in a paroxysm of despair.
Satni. Oh! the poor wretched souls!