Nurse. Christ, shield him!
George. Depart from me, Darkness! I am a child of light and song, and what hast thou to do with me? What dost thou desire from me?
I do not yield myself to thee, although my sight has flown away upon the wings of the wind, and is flitting restlessly about through infinite space: it will return to me—my eyes will open with a flash of flame—and I will see the universe!
Godfather. He talks exactly as his mother did; he does not know what he is saying, I think his condition very critical.
Physician. He is in great danger.
Nurse. Holy Mother of God! take my eyes, and give them to the poor boy!
George. My mother, I entreat thee! O mother, send me thoughts and images, that I may create within myself a world like the one I have lost forever!
First Relation. Do you think, brother, it will be necessary to call a family consultation?
Second Relation. Be silent!
George. Thou answerest me not, my mother!