THE MALE FIGURE [after a slight convulsion during which his eyes are fixed on the He-Ancient] Spare her; and kill me.
STREPHON. Thats better.
THE NEWLY BORN. Much better.
THE SHE-ANCIENT [handling the Female Automaton in the same manner] Which of you shall we kill?
THE FEMALE FIGURE. Kill us both. How could either of us live without the other?
ECRASIA. The woman is more sensible than the man.
The Ancients release the Automata.
THE MALE FIGURE [sinking to the ground] I am discouraged. Life is too heavy a burden.
THE FEMALE FIGURE [collapsing] I am dying. I am glad. I am afraid to live.
THE NEWLY BORN. I think it would be nice to give the poor things a little music.