Harold
Monro .
Innocent .
Harmless !
He
shall
be burnt
in
Hell ,
I
vow .
Caustic .
Though
Hell
be but
a
figment of
the
brain
?
Joseph .
Jehovah
comes
to
vengeance
even
now .
Geoffrey .
I sing
for ever, though
I
sing
in
vain .
John .
Still ,
still
I
seek
Him
:
all
of
you
are
wrong
.
He must exist
.
I
cannot
understand
Why He withholds His
countenance
so
long
.
Farewell
.
Joscelyn
.
Stay
!
See
,
Bernardo
is
at
hand
.
John
.
Bernardo
!
Joy
!
Come
,
herald
of
the
dawn
,
Renowned
Bernardo
,
whom
men
call
the true
!
The
cloud
shall lift
.
The veil
shall
be
withdrawn
.
Hail
,
prophet
,
bail
!
My spirit yearns
for
you
.
(
Bernardo
enters
.
All
Hail
!
Hail
!
John
.
Oh
,
learned
master
,
solve our grief
!
By
whom
were we uplifted
from
the
sod
?
We lean
upon
thy wisdom
:
tell
us
brief
,
Who
,
who
is
God
?
Bernardo
.
God
?
God
!
There
is
no
GOD
.
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