th!

MIERIS. I would believe that there is some one above men!

YAOUMA. Some one who watches over us!

MIERIS. Who will console as with his justice!

YAOUMA. Some one to cry our sorrows to!

MIERIS. Yes, some one to pray to, and to thank!

YAOUMA [_sobbing_] Oh! the pity of it, to feel we were abandoned!

MIERIS [_throwing herself in Yaouma's arms_] I would not be abandoned!

YAOUMA. We are not! Gods! Gods!

MIERIS. Gods! We need gods! There are too many sorrows, it is not
possible this earth should groan as it groans beneath a pitiless
heaven--Ammon, reveal thyself.

YAOUMA. Isis, show thyself! Have pity! [_A pause. Then in a
hushed voice_] Mistress, I think she is going to appear to me
again!--Isis!--mistress--do you hear--

MIERIS [_listening_] I hear nothing.

YAOUMA. Singing--the sound of harps--'tis she--

MIERIS. I do not hear--

YAOUMA. She speaks! Yes--goddess!

MIERIS. Do you see her?

YAOUMA [_in ecstasy_] I see her! She is bending down above us--

MIERIS. O goddess!--

YAOUMA. She is gone--Mistress, you could not see her, but did you hear
the sound of her feet?

MIERIS. Yes, I believe I heard it--I believe and I am comforted.

YAOUMA. I am happy! To the temple! She beckoned me! To the temple! Come!

_They go up. Rheou meets them and leads them away. Satni
enters with some men bearing Pakh, who is wounded. Kirjipa
almost swooning follows, supported by some women who lead
her into the house. The Exorcist, who with his two
assistants follows Pakh, takes some clay from a coffer
carried by one of his men, shapes it into a ball, and
begins, then, the incantation._

EXORCIST. Pakh! Son of Ritii! Through thy wound an evil spirit has
entered thee. I am about to speak the words that shall drive him out:
"The virtues of him who lies there, and who suffers, are the virtues of
the father of the gods. The virtues of his brow are the virtues of the
brow of Thoumen. The virtues of his eye are the virtues of the eye of
Horus, who destroys all creatures."

_A pause._

PAKH. Begone!

EXORCIST. His upper lip is Isis. His lower lip is Neptes, his neck is
the goddess, his teeth are swords, his flesh is Osiris, his hands are
divine souls, his fingers are blue serpents, snakes, sons of the
goddess Sekhet--

PAKH. Begone! I no longer believe in your power!

EXORCIST [_taking a doll from the coffer_] Horus is there! Ra is there!
Let them cry to the chiefs of