THIRD PASSENGER

Sir, I apologize. He's not to be trusted! War is his name, and
aggression is with him!

[He repacks the pistols. A silence follows. The coach and
passengers move downwards and disappear towards the coast.]


SPIRIT OF THE PITIES

Ill chanced it that the English monarch George
Did not respond to the said Emperor!


SPIRIT SINISTER

I saw good sport therein, and paean'd the Will
To unimpel so stultifying a move!
Which would have marred the European broil,
And sheathed all swords, and silenced every gun
That riddles human flesh.


SPIRIT OF THE PITIES

O say no more;
If aught could gratify the Absolute
'Twould verily be thy censure, not thy praise!