A ruin, obscene creatures will moan through!
—Let us come, Djabal!
Dja. Whither come?
An. At once—
Lest so it grow intolerable. Come!
Will I not share it with thee? Best at once!
So, feel less pain! Let them deride,—thy tribe
Now trusting in thee,—Loys shall deride!
Come to them, hand in hand, with me!
Dja. Where come?