All,
The prodigal sings a good night. His song sounds like something from Puck in Midsummer Nights Dream:
"But, if magic none prevail
Mocking in untrue romance;
Let your Paradise exhale
Odors; and enlink the dance;
And, ye rosy feet, advance
Till ye meet morn's ruddy Hours
Unabashed in Shushan's bowers." ll. 302-8
Then Clarel dreamed "A spell came down." In dream he seems torn between the Lyonese and Salvaterra. Clarel rises and from the roof sees and hears the prodigal:
"Rules, who rules?
Fools the wise, makes wise the fools---
Every ruling overrules?
Who the dame that keeps the house,
Provides the diet, and oh, so quiet,
Brings all to pass, the slyest mouse?
Tell, tell it me:
Signora Nature, who but she!" ll. 331-38
Nature rules!