Rafael.
No; God shall not! To live under this roof—to see, day in, day out—nothing—nothing—but, no—no! There are reasons, reasons enough, Heaven be my judge!
[Several musical instruments begin to tune up in the house where Daniel and Samson live.
Heaven will be your judge! There are reasons—reasons you are ashamed of—reasons you dare not tell!
Sachel.
It is true! You have fouled my name, you have been in the mire, you have committed some contemptible thing you are ashamed of! You are running away, you dare not tell why!
[Rafael throws over a chair; regains his composure.
Rafael.
Is it but three years ago that I was so ignorant, so raw, and so fond of you? I had known you with the fire of life in your eyes, and now it had gone; the light of your soul was as hidden in a dungeon, because you were blind. Ah, how I suffered! I shut my eyes to imagine it—darkness, black nothing; God's beautiful sky gone for ever, as if you were in your coffin under ground! Awful! Awful! And this, this was my father—my father, whom I loved and honoured, of all the world!