ALEEL.
Angels and devils clash in the middle air,
And brazen swords clang upon brazen helms:
[A flash of lightning followed immediately by thunder.]
Yonder a bright spear, cast out of a sling,
Has torn through Balor’s eye, and the dark clans
Fly screaming as they fled Moytura of old.
[Everything is lost in darkness.
AN OLD MAN.
The Almighty, wrath at our great weakness and sin,