The Wounded Man
[Half rising] No, no.—Not death for me. Life is what I crave. Exile is better than death. I cannot walk, and if ye stay who will carry me? Do not forsake me. Life, life!
His Sister
Be calm. I will carry you.
The Wounded Man
[Deliriously] Yes … Let us go. Let us leave these mad folk, who want to die. Why should we seek death?
The Elder
His body is parched with fever. He knows not what he says.
The Wounded Man
[Fiercely] I know, I know. I have been near to death, and would rather live than die. Better to burn, better to suffer, than to feel nothing at all. While there is life there is hope.