JOHN
Ye children of men ... there is a rushing as of many waters in your souls.... Clear and muddy ... I shall gather all together in one great river, and I feel as if I should drown therein.
MIRIAM
Master, now I must go. Whether or no I served thee to no purpose, be gracious. Praise me, master.
JOHN
I see thee sitting on the threshold again ... playing with thy life, and thou excitest my pity. ... Go, maid! Go, child! and [He listens.]
MIRIAM
Master!
SCENE VIII
The former. Josaphat, Matthias, Amarja, Manassa.