Liberty (raising spear and leaning forward slightly). Hail, ye people! From my home in the blue vaults above I have heard ye questioning as to which bestows the better gifts on men, whether valorous War or gentle Peace, and I am come to summon both before ye that we may hear from their own lips their best defense and argument (Turning to Herald at right of throne.) Summon me War, Sir Herald! (Herald salutes Liberty and leaves stage, right, returning shortly, followed by War. They enter to any martial air; not, however, one associated with any modern nation. War steps proudly, with head high, salutes Liberty with spear and stands right of throne, but nearer audience. Herald resumes his former place.)
Liberty. Greeting, bold warrior! Knowest thou why thou hast been summoned to this place?
War. I do, fair goddess.
Liberty. And art thou well prepared with arguments in thy defense?
War (raising spear). War makes no argument and brooks none. The lightning strikes, but seeks not to defend its blow.
Liberty. That truth I know; I would not ask thee why thou dost battle, but to recount the benefits that come from thine exploits.
War. None should know better than thou,
