Were lying dead and withered all about.
Oh, Mirth, I like it not, this mocking laughter.
[Mirth stands silenced for a moment, then slowly exits.]
Hope
White cotton frock: pale blue tunic,
ornamented with white silk stars applied.
Pale blue fillet on head with silver star.
[Enter Wealth, jingling bags of money.]
Wealth. Aha, my pretty one, so you would go into the world!
See this bright gold—’twill bring you what you ask.
All the World bows to me; and I will go