That man, who by rights is the lord of creation,
Should find himself forced to——! O murder! murder!
The old one was bad, but the youngsters are worse!
SCENE FIFTH.
Early morning. A stony region, with a view out over the desert. On one side a cleft in the hill, and a cave.
A Thief and a Receiver hidden in the cleft, with the Emperor’s horse and robes. The horse, richly caparisoned, is tied to a stone. Horsemen are seen afar off.
The Thief.
The tongues of the lances
All flickering and flashing,—
See, see!