In which they slay me with a lingering death,
Will slay you with a sudden—Who are you?
Ros. A stranger from across the mountain there,
Who, having lost his way in this strange land
And coming night, drew hither to what seem’d
A human dwelling hidden in these rocks,
And where the voice of human sorrow soon
Told him it was so.
Seg. Ay? But nearer—nearer—
That by this smoky supplement of day