Oh, Truth-driven martyrs, seers of visions, prophets of the old world and the new, born out of your time to suffer by fire, by sword, and prison bars!
Reba (cooingly)
Dear Philo!
Philo
I too shall join you! Forerunners of the waking spirit of the world!
(Reba gets before him as he walks. Completely absorbed, he puts her aside, absently but gently, as if she were a kitten he did not wish to hurt.)
Philo
I must finish it—I must—before they beat me down! (Pauses by machine.) There is no one but me to do it. If I fail they may have to wait another million years—out there—working, waiting. (Resumes walk.) I shall not fail. I have gone too far. God will take my part now. Be it His own eternal sign, I will answer it!
Reba
I'll make you see me!