Their dearest from the secret wrath of heaven!
Naaman, my son, my son! [Exit.]
NAAMAN: [Slowly, passing his hand over his eyes, and looking up.]
Am I alone
With thee, inexorable one, whose pride
Offended takes this horrible revenge?
I must submit my mortal flesh to thee,
Almighty, but I will not call thee god!
Yet thou hast found the way to wound my soul
Most deeply through the flesh; and I must find