Death: It is I that make thee awful! Let us intertwine!
(Death laughs mockingly; Lust roars. They clasp each other about the waist, and chant alternately):
"I hasten the dissolution of matter!"
"I facilitate the dispersion of germs!"
"Thou dost destroy for my renovations!"
"Thou dost engender for my destructions!"
"Ever-active my power!"
"Fecund, my putrefaction!"
(And their voices, whose rolling echoes fill the horizon, deepen and become so mighty that Anthony falls backward as if thunder-stricken. A shock from time to time causes him to reopen his eyes; and he perceives in the midst of the darkness a manner of monster before him.