(Sadly.) Great Master of us all, so this then is the end? I, who was thy thought of order, am disordered! I, who was thy strength, am thy weakness! So sink I back to nothingness! (He re-enters the brow of the Lord.)
LOVE
And I, who was his thought of happiness! So come I to nothingness again! (She re-enters the forehead of the Lord.)
PITY
And I, who was his thought of tenderness! (She fades into his brain.)
HOPE
And I, who was his thought of love and peace! (She disappears also.)
BEAUTY
(Paling.) Yet is he not done with me! Mad though he be, even though he sleep, now I feel his thought! He is in me, as I in him! I will be worshiped! I will be worshiped! (She re-enters his brow undiminished.)