Rod. [taking Julian’s hand, and inviting him to attack Muza and Abdalazis.]
Julian!
Jul. Hence, or die.
SECOND ACT: FIRST SCENE.
Camp of Julian.
Julian and Covilla.
Jul. Obdurate! I am not as I appear.
Weep, my beloved child, Covilla, weep
Into my bosom; every drop be mine
Of this most bitter soul-empoisoning cup:
Into no other bosom than thy father’s
Canst thou, or wouldst thou, pour it.
Cov. Cease, my lord,
My father, angel of my youth, when all
Was innocence and peace.
Jul. Arise, my love,
Look up to heaven—where else are souls like thine!
Mingle in sweet communion with its children,
Trust in its providence, its retribution,
And I will cease to mourn; for, O my child,
These tears corrode, but thine assuage the heart.
Cov. And never shall I see my mother too,
My own, my blessed mother!
Jul. Thou shalt see
Her and thy brothers.