Amal. Where, to what land?
Watchman. That none knows.
Amal. Then I suppose no one has ever been there! Oh, I do wish to fly with the time to that land of which no one knows anything.
Watchman. All of us have to get there one day, my child.
Amal. Have I too?
Watchman. Yes, you too!
Amal. But doctor won't let me out.
Watchman. One day the doctor himself may take you there by the hand.
Amal. He won't; you don't know him. He only keeps me in.
Watchman. One greater than he comes and lets us free.