[Agnes goes in.
The Doctor silently watches Brand, who gazes fixedly through the door; then goes to him, and lays his hand on his shoulder.
The Doctor.
So tender to his own distress.
And to the world so merciless!
For them avails not more nor less!
Only Law’s absolute Nought or All,
But now—no sooner sees he fall
The dooming lot,—his valour’s flown;
—The sacrificial lamb’s his own!