Druses! for I am out of reach of fate;
No further evil waits me. Speak the doom!
Hear, Druses, and hear, Nuncio, and hear, Loys!
An. Hakeem! [She falls dead.
[The Druses scream, grovelling before him.
Druses. Ah, Hakeem!—not on me thy wrath!
Biamrallah, pardon! never doubted I!
Ha, dog, how sayest thou?
[They surround and seize the Nuncio and his Guards. Loys flings himself upon the body of Anael, on which Djabal continues to gaze as stupefied.
Nuncio. Caitiffs! Have ye eyes?