My blood jets on high and it falls upon my head and runs down my body!
Ah! Ah!
My arms are heavy as lead!
O God! My feet are free and I can only stamp on the earth.
And if I remain, resting so on both feet,
I pull on the nails and stifle and suffer intolerable pain!
But if I stand on tiptoe, my strength is soon gone.
O God, have pity on me!
(Long silence which is supposed, to last many hours and during which the stage remains empty.
(Enter from the left the standard bearer on horseback with the subalterns and the Escort. The first subaltern mounts upon a rock.