PRIDE. What, are you not tired? will you still walk? will you still talk of me and of us and of you? MAN. I desire nothing better now, and nothing new.1 It was a high and happy day when we met. Will you never forget it? and love me always? PRIDE. Yes: I will love you always. MAN. So I believe indeed, and feed on the thought-to be everlastingly loved. Tell me, how did this surprise come true? PRIDE. It is no surprise-if you think what you are. Indeed, it were stranger if I adored you less. You are Man, the lord of this great house Earth, or (as its name is called in my country) Sin; you are its god and mine; since you first smiled and stretched your hand to me and brought me in, since our tenderness began, I have loved you, Man, and will-do not doubt; kiss me again. MAN. You are my worshipful sweet Pride; will you be so arrogant always to others and humble to me? Will you always make me believe in myself? I am Man, but before you came, Pride, I was half-afraid that someone or something had been before me, and made me and my house, and could ruin or cast aside.But when I look in your dove's eyes, Pride, and see myself there, I know I am quite alone in my greatness, and all that I have is quite my own. PRIDE. So this wonderful house where moon and sun run with lights, and all kinds of creatures crawl to be your servants, and your only business is to take delight in your own might-it is yours and mine, a shrine for your godhead, and for me because I am yours. MAN. Thus endures my love for my own Pride To thrust you out were to doubt myself; that is a bygone folly now-I will do so no more.