(Drawing near to BEAUTY.) He thinks not on me again! I am grown so thin! Is there no change? Is peace worth nothing—the tender heart—the end of agonies and storms?
AMBITION
Avaunt! He knows thee not! (PITY shrinks exceeding small.)
LOVE
(Drawing near, a pale shadow.) Or all the lovely thoughts that fluttered into happiness—are they worth nothing?
AMBITION
Avaunt! He knows thee not, thin wraith! (She fades to a point.)