No vulgar aim to monarchs do I bring;
Rule well thy mind, for in it thou art king!
Latin. Through Discipline alone canst thou attain to be
Thyself, thy highest self, eternally.
Everychild. Yes, I was silly. I will take his hand.
He too shall guide me into Beauty’s land.
[She advances to take his hand. As he says the next lines, he throws down his switches, or, if a girl, throws off dark gown and veil, and draws forth a box of treasures. At the same time, Latin and Mathematics throw off their dark gowns and veils, and appear in light garments, with flowers, fillets, or wreaths on their heads. The Page may give Latin a wreath, Mathematics a lighted lantern, and gather up the gowns.]
Discipline. O strong young child, since you have followed me,
No longer ugly Discipline I’ll be.
A fairer self I show to each brave soul: