"Come to me!—I am Consolation, repose, oblivion, eternal calm!"
The Other.
"I am the sleep-giver, life, happiness inexhaustible!"
(Anthony turns to fee from them. Each lays a hand on his shoulder.
The Shroud parts, exposes the Skeleton of Death.
The robe splits asunder, and leaves the whole body of Lust exposed:—her waist is slender; her long and undulating hair flutters in the wind.
Anthony stands motionless between the two, considering them):
Death (says to him):
"What matters it, whether now or at another time! Thou art mine,—like suns, nations, cities, kings, mountain-snows, and the grasses of the fields. I fly higher than the hawks of heaven. I run more swiftly than the gazelle; I overtake even Hope; I vanquished the Son of God!"