ROMANUS' SOUL: (A figure showing all the upper part of the body down to the hips; it has mighty red wings which extend round its head in such a way as to change into a red aura, running into blue on the outer edge; it stands on the left of Capesius' soul, whilst close are the souls of Bellicosus and Torquatus further still to left of stage, facing audience.)
Wake in thyself The picture of the Jew who heard naught else But hate and ridicule on every side, Yet truly served the mystic brotherhood Of which thou wast a member once on earth.
Thought-pictures now begin to dawn in me, And seek to seize me in their powerful grasp. See Simon's image rise from my soul-waves-- And see, another joins him--some soul-shape-- A penitent;--would I might keep him far!
(Referring to Balde, or Joseph Keane in the previous play.)
That which he here must do can but be done In cosmic sunshine-time; in solitude And robed in darkness he must wend his way Whilst Saturn doth light up this spirit-realm.
How doth this penitent bewilder me! His soul's irradiations burn and bore Their way into mine own Soul's inmost core-- So work these souls who have attained the power To see the inmost depths of other souls.
FELIX BALDE'S SOUL: (From the extreme right of stage with hollow veiled voice.)
'Dear Keane, thou hast been ever true to me'--
Myself--my very words--from out his mouth Re-echoed--ringing out--in spirit-realms! Here is a soul that I must try to meet. It knows me well,--through it I'll find myself.
(Capesius' soul disappears; the 'other Philia' comes into view on the right of stage with Theodora's soul; behind her Dame Balde's soul.)
Two souls do there draw nigh the penitent; The spirit whom through love souls ever choose To be their leader goes ahead of them. The light of meekness pours from one of them And flows into the other, who appears To us as penitent. The picture glows With beauty's light, which here as wisdom lives.
TORQUATUS' SOUL: (Figure visible as far as the breast, blue aura, green wings.)
Desire's reflection dost them but behold Which I allow to shine from my soul's sheath Into thy sphere in loyal spirit-troth. Fate's primal forces have appointed me To be the means to give thee meekness here. Thus souls in spirit do serve other souls. Thy cold hard reason never could attain Life's gift of sympathy without mine aid.