COLUMBUS—Look beyond: beyond the Towers.
CERVANTES—[Heeding only what he sees.] They ban new pioneers! Lusting for Unity they crush what is not One. They shut out thoughts which might rise loftier than the highest Towers.
COLUMBUS—[Chuckling.] Leap from your Spain, I tell you. Beyond the Towers——?
CERVANTES—Continents!
COLUMBUS—Now you hold me!
CERVANTES—What childish peoples, there! Beyond the Towers one can see them clearer, although they are the same as those beneath the Towers. Savages, who can not even speak, who can not even think—who spin about in quaint machines.
COLUMBUS—Where do you see them?
CERVANTES—Everywhere. Upon two Continents I see them, like an Itch on the rugose World. Yet within them, there is a world of Desire. I can hear their clamor; though they use words English, Spanish, Portuguese, I cannot read their reason. They are dumb as children.
COLUMBUS—They have their Inquisition, I suppose? They drive out the Infidel? They go to their Cathedrals, and would bind all men in Christ?
CERVANTES—Their names for these are different. And unlike Spain, I see that they have not succeeded.