Leader of Women. Foolish god that must await the baptism of humanity!
Leader of Men. Father! these things must be: therefore endure. Lo, thy old trees are as grass; thy ancient summits as fresh ant-hills. Chaldea sends thee this message, father; Egypt salutes thee; Greece sends thee this song; a song of tribulation. For there is no short cut to Antiquity: therefore endure.
Father Hudson. Woe, woe, woe is me!
Leader of Men. Untutored God! Mind ragged as thy hills, thou must accept the refining pain.
Father Hudson. Woe, woe, woe is me!
Leader of Women. Peace, Father! Do not whine. Because thou hast been spared thou art soft-minded. Because thou wast spared thou art a child.
Leader of Men. When thy hills shall have been steeped for a thousand years in history, then thou wilt be patient.
Leader of Women. What thou feelest is not the axe nor the fire-brand, but the Spirit of Man moving in thy demesnes.
Leader of Men. Lo, where it comes! Lo, where the shadow falls!
[Enter Benedict Arnold. He is in the Uniform of an American General. He limps.]