[Enter Knowledge, clothed in black. Everygirl shrinks from her.]
Knowledge. You must not fear me, Everygirl, I am your friend.
Always we are friends. Was it not I
Who taught you once the names of all the flowers?
Men call me Knowledge, but I do not show
So fair a face as Beauty; mine is stern
And grim. No easy master am I,
But, if you now will take me for your friend,
I’ll show you all the wonders of the world—
Yea, and of many other worlds, also—