Said he of exaltation—hath he promised
So much to-day? Why then, exalt thyself!
Cast off that husk, thy form, set free thy soul
In splendor! Now, bear witness! here I stand—
I challenge him exalt himself, and I
Become, for that, a Druse like all of you!
The Druses. Exalt thyself! Exalt thyself, O Hakeem!
Dja. [Advances.] I can confess now all from first to last.
There is no longer shame for me. I am ...
[Here the Venetian trumpet sounds: the Druses shout, Djabal's eye catches the expression of those about him, and, as the old dream comes back, he is again confident and inspired.