THE DYNASTS ACT v
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS
Nay, blame not! For what judgment can ye blame ?—
In that immense unweeting Mind is shown
One far above foretkinking ; purposive',
Yet superconscious; a Clairvoyancy
That knows not what It knows, yet works therewith.—
The cognizance ye mourn, Life's doom to feel,
If I report it meetly, came unmeant,
Emerging with blind gropes from impercipience
By listless sequence—luckless, tragic Chance,
In your more human tongue.
SPIRIT OF THE PITIES
And hence unneeded In the economy of Vitality, Which might have ever kept a sealed cognition As doth the Will Itself.
CHORUS OF THE YEARS (aerial music)
Nay, nay, nay ;
Your hasty judgments stay,
Until the topmost cyme Have crowned the last entablature of Time. 0 heap not blame on that in-brooding Will; 0 pause, till all things all their days fulfil!
LONDON. THE GUILDHALL
A crowd of citizens has gathered outside to watch the carriages as they drive up and deposit guests invited to the Lord Mayor's banquet, for which event the Hall is brilliantly lit within. A cheer rises when the equipage of any popular personage arrives at the door.