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 Woe to thee if thou lie! Woe to her and to me if thou speak truth!

Come what may, for me there is nothing but woe!

[Suddenly] With me! Into the darkness!

Set me down. [''She emerges from the litter. She is dressed in white, over which she wears a black veil.'']

When the moon is straight above the tomb, come and bear me away. Be-gone.

Thou, go spy whether Simeon cometh.

Hast thou no dread? The ghosts of dead men are all about us.

I fear not the dead. Be-gone.

Art thou come, Simeon?

At thy bidding.

Stand more in the dark.

Who should see me here?

The Revealer watcheth. What seekest thou?

Where is my brother hidden?

The Revealer hath him in hiding.

Zaphenath Paneah!