Herald.
Power, Lord of the Marches North and South, salutes thee.
[Exit Herald.]
Power.
My name, Princess, is Power and this my gift.
My brothers brought thee fair renown and gold
With freedom from the spells that Sorrow weaves.
All these I offer thee. If thou accept,
Together we will sway men's destinies,
Together we may rule their hearts—their souls—
Together turn the very universe.
Our throne shall rise a monument of might,
Its steps shall mount from the green land of earth,
Its canopy shall scrape the stars of Heaven.
Sorrow.
I have set that about her like a net
Thou canst not deal with. Never yet, O Power,
Hast thou been known to cut through cords of fear.
Douce-Cœur.
I would not wield thy scepter for an hour.
The burden of its weight would bear me down.
Poetry.
She is too young, too gentle for the heights
Where thou wouldst raise her. Be content, my lords;
What ye have done is well, but One alone
Can break the spell, and he is at the gates.
Already Hope returns. He comes, he comes.
[Enter Hope running.]
Hope.
The stranger comes; he whom I went to seek.
Fame.
The Stranger comes whose music fills the world.
Riches.
The Stranger comes, whose treasure gilds the world.