Abraham: Thou shalt indeed go with me, thou and the servant. Get thee gone. (Isaac runs out.) Not my will, O Lord, but thine! O Lord, I will trust in thee.
(Isaac enters, carrying a bundle of fagots.)
Isaac: My father, all is ready. The ass is saddled, and I have here wood for the burnt-offering.
Abraham (placing his arm about him): Come, my son. (They go slowly out.)
(The Prologue or Servant enters.)
Prologue: Behold, now Abraham and Isaac approach the mountains of Moriah. I, the servant, follow after. (He follows them.)
(Abraham and Isaac, having made the circuit of the room, approach.)
Abraham: This is the mountain on which I shall sacrifice. (To servant.) Abide thou yonder with the ass. I and the lad will worship; then I will come again to thee. (The Servant bows and withdraws.)
Isaac: My father?