WATCHMAN. All of us have to get there one day, my child.

AMAL. Have I too?

WATCHMAN. Yes, you too!

AMAL. But doctor won't let me out.

WATCHMAN. One day the doctor himself may take you there by the
hand.

AMAL. He won't; you don't know him. He only keeps me in.

WATCHMAN. One greater than he comes and lets us free.

AMAL. When will this great doctor come for me? I can't stick in
here any more.

WATCHMAN. Shouldn't talk like that, my child.

AMAL. No. I am here where they have left me--I never move a
bit. But when your gong goes off, dong, dong, dong, it goes to
my heart. Say, Watchman?

WATCHMAN. Yes, my dear.

AMAL. Say, what's going on there in that big house on the other
side, where there is a flag flying high up and the people are
always going in and out?