Gas. Yes,
Turban’d and robed like them.
Rai. What!—did he speak?
Gas. No word, but waved his hand,
Forbidding speech to me.
Rai. Tell me no more!—
Lost, lost—for ever lost! He that was rear’d
Under my father’s roof with me, and grew
Up by my side to glory!—lost! Is this
My work?—who dares to call it mine? And yet,