Beauty
(Caressingly.) Oh, think not so, Lord! Think not so! A dear dream! A wondrous dream!
The Lord of the Universe
(Darkly and broodingly.) What am I? What art thou? What are these? (He waves a vast hand.) What it all is I cannot think—or why—or whence—or where. I dream and sleep—I sleep and dream! Oh, ho, ho, ho! Oh, ho, ho, ho! A dream! A dream! Sayest thou a sweet dream? A sweet dream! Oh, ho, ho, ho! I have lost the key! I have lost the key! (He laughs loudly, sadly.)