By chastisement our peace he wins,
And with his stripes mankind is purged.
All we like sheep have gone astray,
Turned everyone to his own way.
And upon him the Lord doth lay
The iniquity of all.”
(Old Anna touches her daughter, and points toward the child.)
Mary. (After a pause, watching him)
My son, what yonder dost thou see,
That holds thy gaze so steadfastly?