Pity
(To LOVE, hovering near.) We are his children; and we can do nothing?
Love
Nothing, save he think on us.
Pity
(To HOPE.) Canst thou do nothing?
Hope
Nothing, save he think on me and thee.
Hate
(Clasping the hand of DESPAIR.) Come aside. Are not we his thought also? What have we in common with them?
Despair
(Darkly.) Nothing! Nothing! Yet are we his thought also, but not of them! No, no, no! He should sleep again! He should sleep!
The Lord of the Universe
(Staggering and writhing.) Oh, ho, ho, ho! Oh, ho, ho, ho! I am God! I dream me dreams! I build me endless wonders, endless pleasures, endless horrors! Oh, ho, ho, ho! (He staggers madly on.)