The Lord of the Universe
Oh, ho, ho, ho! Oh, ho, ho, ho! (He sinks back wearily, all but the outlines of his head disappearing.)
Beauty (A Thought)
(Leaping, pink-limbed and perfect, from his brain, a figure of delight.) Lord, thou hast created me! I am thy perfect thought, thy happiest illusion! I will be worshiped! I will be worshiped! (She springs sinuously among the spinning, changing spheres, a radiant smile upon her face, her arms tossed upward in delight.)