[_Finn sits silent for a little while, and begins to nod again. At last he rouses himself with a start._] FINN I’m much too plastic; This needs something drastic. [_He snatches a brand of wood from the fire, and thrusts it through the bone of his palm. The Climber immediately starts up in her sleep with a cry of pain._] [_Startled._] What’s wrong? Why——? CLIMBER [_Talking in her sleep, in great distress._] You are in pain! FINN [_Defiantly._] Not I! CLIMBER [_Half asleep._] You’re hurting yourself with trying to keep awake! FINN [_Coldly._] You’re making a mistake. CLIMBER [_Bewildered and dreamy._] Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you called me. FINN [_Stoically._] No. [_The Marksman turns in his sleep with a groan._] CLIMBER I beg your pardon. THIEF [_Quietly._] Lie down. If he’s in pain I’ll call you again. [_The Climber lies down again._] THIEF SINGS: I have a lover in my mind, And there I stray. He whispers dreams to me all night; I dream with him all day. We tell each other foreign things, We dream strange dreams, we two; Sometimes he whispers He is God, And I dream I am too. [_Finn, nodding, repeats former process. Again the Climber starts up in her sleep with a loud cry of anguish._] CLIMBER [_As before, talking half in her sleep._] You are in pain? FINN [_Wiping his brow._] Not I, you’re dreaming. [_The Marksman again groans in his sleep._] THIEF [_Quietly._] Lie down. If he’s in pain I’ll call you again. CLIMBER [_Bewildered and troubled, still asleep._] I’m very sorry, indeed I meant no harm; I feel as if I were under some sort of charm. [_She lies down again._] THIEF SINGS: Love seeketh not a Heaven’s delight. If her beloved inhabit there, She is content with outer night, And finds in Hell no deep despair. Yet if the love of God divine Feel lonely Heaven a grave mistake, And say: “Is Hell not also mine?” Love answers: “Yea, Lord, take.”