Who wraps her bleeding feet in tatters of cloth of gold!
I cried to her, "Come, down into the mud!"
Horror incarnate, shame, infamy teeming with desires, this is the knowledge I have gained at the last!
Listen! When she was dying she pressed my hand against her cheek,
And kissed me, keeping her eyes on mine,
And she said that she could sing me prophecies
Like an old ship that has come to the end of the world.
And at the last when she was dying she tried to speak,
Tears were in her eyes! Who knows what she saw, what she regretted!
Cébès: Alone and so pale!