I shall not possess you, crowned like the mother of Zeus!
And I shall not kiss you like a King, O Peace!
King not by chance but by force and truth,
O earth! O earth that I cannot conquer!
(He throws himself on the ground.
(They raise him and replace him on the rock.
(Confused clamor below.
A Captain (leaning over the precipice): It is the army returning.
Another: They draw themselves up at the foot of this precipice.
The Centurion: Is he still alive?