_Japh._ For being happy, Deprived of that which makes my misery. _Irad_. I take thy taunt as part of thy distemper, And would not feel as thou dost for more shekels 30 Than all our father's herds would bring, if weighed Against the metal of the sons of Cain--[142] The yellow dust they try to barter with us, As if such useless and discoloured trash, The refuse of the earth, could be received For milk, and wool, and flesh, and fruits, and all Our flocks and wilderness afford.--Go, Japhet, Sigh to the stars, as wolves howl to the moon-- I must back to my rest. _Japh._ And so would I If I could rest. _Irad_. Thou wilt not to our tents then? 40 _Japh._ No, Irad; I will to the cavern,[143] whose Mouth they say opens from the internal world, To let the inner spirits of the earth Forth when they walk its surface. _Irad_. Wherefore so? What wouldst thou there? _Japh._ Soothe further my sad spirit With gloom as sad: it is a hopeless spot, And I am hopeless. _Irad_. But 'tis dangerous; Strange sounds and sights have peopled it with terrors. I must go with thee. _Japh._ Irad, no; believe me I feel no evil thought, and fear no evil. 50 _Irad_. But evil things will be thy foe the more As not being of them: turn thy steps aside, Or let mine be with thine. _Japh._ No, neither, Irad; I must proceed alone. _Irad_. Then peace be with thee! [_Exit_ IRAD.