KING. Shall I go farther, or content myself With what I know, though still it is unseen? This castle all a-wreck, laid bare and waste, Shrieking from ev'ry corner cries to me It is too late, the horror has been done! And thou the blame must bear, cursed dallier, If not, forsooth, a party to the deed! But no, thou weepst, and tears no lies can tell. Behold, I also weep, I weep for rage, From hot and unslaked passion for revenge! Come, here's a ring to set your torch within. Go to the town, assemble all the folk, And bid them straight unto this castle come With arms, as chance may put within their reach; And I, when morning comes, with written word, Will bring the people here, at my command-- Children of toil and hard endeavor, they, As an avenger at their head I'll go, And break down all the strongholds of the great, Who, half as servants, half again as lords, Serve but themselves and overrule their master. Ruler and ruled, thus shall it be, and I, Avenging, will wipe out that hybrid throng, So proud of blood, or flowing in their veins, Or dripping on their swords from others' wounds. Thy light here leave and go! I'll stay alone And hatch the progeny of my revenge. [_The servant puts his torch into the ring beside the door and withdraws._] KING (_taking a step forward_). What moves there? Can it be there still is life? Give answer! ISAAC. Gracious Lord ill-doer, O, O, spare us, good assassin! KING. You, old man? Remind me not that Rachel was your child; It would deface her image in my soul. And thou--art thou not Esther? ESTHER. Sire, I am. KING. And is it done? ESTHER. It is.