All work was fighting, every harm—defeat,
And every joy obtained—a victory!
Be not their dupe!
—Their dupe? That hour is past!
Here stand'st thou in the glory and the calm:
All is determined. Silence for me now! [Husain goes.
Lur. Have I heard all?
Dom. [Advancing from the background.] No, Luria, I remain!
Not from the motives these have urged on thee,
Ignoble, insufficient, incomplete,