Venus (blue with cold, shivering):
"Once with my girdle I made all the horizon of Hellas.
"Her fields glowed with the roses of my cheeks; her shores were outlined after the fashion of my lips; and her mountains, whiter than my doves, palpitated beneath the hands of the statuaries. My spirit's manifestation was found in the ordinances of the festivals, in the arrangement of coiffures, in the dialogues of philosophers, in the constitution of republics. But I have doted too much upon men! It is Love that has dishonoured me!"
(She casts herself back weeping):
"This world is abominable;—there is no air for me to breathe!
"O Mercury, inventor of the lyre, conductor of souls, take me away!"
(She places one finger upon her lips, and describing an immense parabola, falls into the abyss.
Nothing is now visible. The darkness is complete.
Only, that from the eyes of Hilarion escape two flashes, two rays of lurid light.)