O lowering sky! Trees, earth, darkness, night of rain!
Look upon me! Grant my prayer!
(He sees simon.
Who is that?
(He approaches him.
Are you digging a drain? It is getting late.
Simon (straightening his back): Who is there? What do you want?
Cébès: What are you doing there?
Simon: Does this field belong to you?
Cébès: It is my father's.