BEAUTY
Build thou me temples of beauty, Lord! I will be worshiped! I will be worshiped!
AMBITION
Make thou me worlds and legions! Worlds! Worlds! And legions! I would rule! I would slay! I would burn!
LOVE
Oh, but wilt thou make flowers and vast realms of quiet places, Lord? Or but little valleys, if thou wilt? Make streams and pretty shelters! Give not all to Ambition, Lord! Give not all to war!
HATE
(Springing before his face.) Make thou me implements of terror! Create thou me forms of horror, of evil! Spin thou me dark chains and darker places! Make thou tortures of failure and regret, Lord—tortures! Tortures! (He glowers about him.)
PITY
Nay, Lord, let not all be of horror and hate! Think thou on me, Lord, of sweet pity and tender things! Or, if thou canst not, think thou but of ways that I may heal what Hate will destroy, what Ambition would crush. Think thou thus, Lord! I am a thought of thine also!