ANATHEMA.
In them you will be strong.
DAVID.
Shall I drive out death, already in my blood, which is as thin as water, which is already in my veins, that have become hard like dried-up cords? Shall I recover life?
ANATHEMA.
By their life you will prolong your life. Now you have but one heart, David,—but then you will have a million hearts.
DAVID.
But I shall die!
ANATHEMA.
No, you will be immortal!