(_Fiercely glowering and sulking._) Yea; Terror, Might, Strength, Death thou art! Think thou on me! BEAUTY Nay--Love, Beauty, All Perfectness, Light, Joy, Song--so art thou, and so only! Think thou on me, Lord! Think thou on me! (_She smooths his hands._) HATE, FEAR, GREED, DESPAIR (_In chorus._) Think thou on us! Are not we of thee? LOVE, PITY, HOPE, REASON (_In chorus._) Think thou on us! Are not we of thee? CHERUBIM AND SERAPHIM Thou everlasting glory--Hail! Hail! AMBITION (_Angrily._) Vanish, vain things! Dream, Lord, no more! (_He glowers and sulks._) THE LORD OF THE UNIVERSE (_To_ BEAUTY _sadly_.) I know not whether thou art best or worst. But stay, stay! Stay thou with me but yet a while! Let me not forget this thing that thou art--wonder, light, a glorious dream! (_He sighs._) Oh, ho, ho, ho! Let me think no more of horrors! Of that I am aweary! Mad! Mad! Mad! Yet now I have thee--thou art a pleasant thought, thou joyous dream of fair things! Beauty! Beauty! Oh, Beauty! (_He smooths her cheek._) A CLOUD OF SERAPHIM (_Fluttering nigh._) He dreams of Beauty! We will not die! Hail! Hail! A CLOUD OF CHERUBIM He smiles on Beauty! We will not die! Hail! Hail! AMBITION (_A hovering, terrible figure in the gloom._) He rests and drools! All is light and song! He thinks not on death! (_The shadows recede into the darkness, to all but nothingness; the endless legions of suns twinkle; the clouds of_ CHERUBIM _and_ SERAPHIM _swirl and turn_.) SCENE III: THE HOUSE OF DEATH SCENE: _A chamber of unimaginable horrors, vast, murky, involute, in which serpents twist and writhe; tortured figures crawl and groan; beasts of many heads and paws prowl to and fro, and all slimy odorous forms interlace in welters and sloughs and draperies and festoons. At the center, the Throne of the Lord, a mound of unclean beasts and serpents, hung over by clouds of evil spirits; his present embodied thoughts. At his side, huddled in despair, faint, pale shadows of their former selves, the thinnest of dreams_--BEAUTY, REASON, PITY, HOPE, LOVE. _Before him in glowering fullness, grown to vast proportions_, AMBITION, _and behind him the legions of his fancy, black and fulgurous, drawn close about. Insane, fevered, maundering, the LORD OF THE UNIVERSE bellows of destruction_. THE LORD OF THE UNIVERSE