“Of bronze?”
“Yes.”
“How I grieve to see it so hardened, when I intended to form in it a second figure! Give me the mall-stick.”
Love presents him with a small lance. “Here it is.”
“The point is steel! Less cruel instruments Innocence, Grace, and Knowledge once gave me!”
“Be not astonished if these are more cruel than those; for then thou didst paint as God, and now as Man!”
While the Artist is working Nature, Free-will, and Sin enter, and later Lucifer, who, wearied of Nature’s continual lamentation, comes to drag her to his realm.
Artist. “Why should I delay my vengeance, seeing them together? Give me, Love, the weapons which I brought for this occasion!”
“Thy voice is the lightning, this weapon only its symbol; but I deliver it to thee with sorrow!”