He hath cursed God. Strike him down.
Voices
He raves.—He is mad.—He dreams.—’Tis dangerous to listen to him.—Silence the madman!
[Suddenly kneels and apostrophizes the others]
My brothers, my brothers, forgive me, forgive
The vain pride of a man now unfitted to live!
For God, none but he, with dreams dazzled my eyes.
With words he confused me, with signs led astray,
Until, to an evil self-will giving way,