Even to that last bitterness his voice,
Tender as heaven’s mercy that you preach [To the Priest]
Shall nerve our flagging courage. Where he leads
Blindly we follow, knowing him our friend! [The other Slaves assent, while all marvel at this change.]
The Friend.
[To the Slaves.]
First voice your trouble. Give it words. Wherefore
Ye fear this grey old mountain? See where wait
In kindness all your friends ... the Magistrate,
And all who love ye, judging not!