We are still walking in darkness.
MRS GEORGE. Put your hand on my forehead: the hand with the ring.
[He does so. Her eyes close].
SOAMES [inspired to prophesy] There was a certain woman, the wife
of a coal merchant, which had been a great sinner . . .
The Bishop, startled, takes his hand away. Mrs George's eyes open
vividly as she interrupts Soames.
MRS GEORGE. You prophesy falsely, Anthony: never in all my life
have I done anything that was not ordained for me. [More quietly]
Ive been myself. Ive not been afraid of myself. And at last I
have escaped from myself, and am become a voice for them that are
afraid to speak, and a cry for the hearts that break in silence.
SOAMES [whispering] Is she inspired?
THE BISHOP. Marvellous. Hush.
MRS GEORGE. I have earned the right to speak. I have dared: I
have gone through: I have not fallen withered in the fire: I have
come at last out beyond, to the back of Godspeed?
THE BISHOP. And what do you see there, at the back of Godspeed?
SOAMES [hungrily] Give us your message.
MRS GEORGE [with intensely sad reproach] When you loved me I gave
you the whole sun and stars to play with. I gave you eternity in
a single moment, strength of the mountains in one clasp of your
arms, and the volume of all the seas in one impulse of your
souls.
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