I will speak with him.
THE YOUNG SYRIAN
Would it not be better to return to the banquet?
Bring forth this prophet.
[Exit the slave.]
We dare not, Princess.
[Approaching the cistern and looking down into it.]
How black it is, down there ! It must be terrible to be in so black a hole ! It is like a tomb. . . . . [To the soldiers.] Did you not hear me? Bring out the prophet. I would look on him.
Princess, I beg you do not require this of us.
You are making me wait upon your pleasure.
Princess, our lives belong to you, but we cannot do what you have asked of us. And indeed, it is not of us that you should ask this thing.