BEAUTY
(Rising and laying a hand upon his brow.) Lord, I am thy first-born. After me came these. (She motions to HOPE, PITY, REASON.) I am thy first thought, thy thought of Beauty! Say it! Remember me! Forget me not! All else avails so little! And think thou not on Ambition or Hate. They would destroy—even me! Even me! (She smiles.)
THE POWERS OF DARKNESS
(Thundering:) Yea, even Beauty, Lord! What is Beauty to thee?
THE LORD OF THE UNIVERSE
(Gazing dully.) Beauty! Beauty! Can I remember thee always, even though I would? Thine eyes! What is it I meant by thine eyes? (He gazes into them.) Mad! Mad! Mad!
AMBITION
(Angrily, clanking his armor.) He drools and dreams! Me, his best thought—his greatest—he forgets! I am his horror, his strength, his despair, his power—yet he thinks not on me! Beauty! Beauty! And I wait in shadow! I, his rage—yet he sleeps in vagrom thoughts of beauty! Awake, Lord! Forget these pale shadows! Are not thy darker thoughts better? Think thou on me! On Power! Come, Hate! Come, Anger! Come, Despair! Come, Fear! Sit ye all with me!
FEAR
Only let me return unto thee, Lord! I fear! I fear!