Heal, if you can, the nation’s growing scars,
Let harmony come out of harsh discord.
First Phantom
Suppose the seven States first draw the sword?
Have they not drawn it now?
Second Phantom
All bloody wars
Furnish great argument to place the blame
For the first blow. But even if it’s blood
That blots the bond of human brotherhood,
Behold the pangs that flow from human pride
When slaughter by such blood is justified.
First Phantom
What shall I do with giants who rebel?
Second Phantom
You do but traffic in a word, a name,
A word it is with which you may inflame
To mob-like fury a judicious nation—
So you may enter on an usurpation.
First Phantom