(Silence.
Her father is still alive.
Simon: Would you have me ask him for a night's lodging?
Cébès: He is old. He has known much sorrow.
He lives alone, an object of charity, despised by everyone.
He is bent like a scythe. His hands hang down below his knees. He has never been the same since his daughter went away.
Simon: I shall come to this place no more.
Can you see where the grave was?
Cébès: There is not a sign of it. How it rains!
Simon: O gentle Giver of Knowledge,