[_They stand in silence toward the west. The low sun swims above the brooding water, vaults the hard roofs, and lights the shabbiness of the watchers._] COLUMBUS--[_Nervously._] Well? Are you looking? Tell me what you see. CERVANTES--I see America. COLUMBUS--[_Rubbing his hands in ironic satisfaction._] They robbed it of my name, because they thought I did not know what I had found. They robbed me of my kingdom, because they thought I aspired to be a king. Because my eyes kept watch, they are dim. CERVANTES--I shall tell you, friend, what I see. COLUMBUS--Be careful of your eyes! CERVANTES--A City of White Towers! The men who live in it are little motes. Yet they uphold these Towers! And in their hand, they wield a golden weapon making them the world’s master. COLUMBUS--Look sharp. CERVANTES--They are not masters of themselves. They are full of chaos---- COLUMBUS--Spain? CERVANTES--Within this serried, glittering Order--Chaos! Chaos of races, traditions, dreams. They are uneasy. They build the Towers higher. The Towers are high, in order to enclose them safely from their chaos. Towers of stone, machines of subtle iron--to shut out bloods, dreams, words, making this Confusion which they hate. COLUMBUS--[_Smiling shrewdly._] Are you looking at America, or Spain? CERVANTES--They have lost sight of the True God. Yet they are full of God-hunger, of God-search. To their own works they turn--and worship God in these. 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. COLUMBUS--[_Quickened._] There is my hope! If I could go and tell them: therein is _their_ hope! They shall not, like Spain, succeed. CERVANTES--[_Not turning._] Your voice rings glad?