Pieris:
Ah! behold, it is not the violent man with massive jaw and fist clenched in his pocket who will go there. Lo! this time it is the unhappy man who will go there to perform his task. Upon him has this land been lavished by destiny, upon the one who suffers. The realm of peace and brotherhood will now be fashioned by him, the man of sorrows.
The Man with the Spade:
We had to suffer much in this old world.
First Man:
And you say that there will be no poor there?
Pieris:
Neither poor nor rich. Only one brotherhood of goodness.
The Stripling:
But I want to be rich.
First Man:
And I too.
The Man with the Spade:
So do I, if it comes to that.
Pieris:
You will be rich with love.
The Stripling:
Would you feed us on love?
First Man:
We want wealth.
