She is covered with a purple robe in rags. He is bareheaded like lier, wears a tunic of the same color, and carries in his hands a brazen vase, whence arises a thin blue flame.
Anthony feels a fear come upon him, and wishes to know who this woman may be.)
The Stranger Simon. "It is a young girl, a poor child that I lead about with me everywhere."
(He uplifts the brazen vase.
Anthony contemplates the girl, by the light of its vacillating flame.
There are marks of bites upon her face, traces of blows upon her arms; her dishevelled hair entangles itself in the rents of her rags; her eyes appear to be insensible to light.)
Simon. "Sometimes she remains thus for a long, long time without speaking; then all at once she revives, and discourses of marvellous things."
Anthony. "In truth?"
Simon. "Ennoia; Ennoia! Ennoia!—tell us what thou hast to say!"