Con monologue (Act 2) — The Saint's Tragedy

Thou shall hereafter: But now to wash Christ's feet were dangerous honour For weakling grace; would you be humble, daughter, You must look up, not down, and see yourself A paltry atom, sap-transmitting vein Of Christ's vast vine; the pettiest joint and member Of His great body; own no strength, no will, Save that which from the ruling head's command Through me, as nerve, derives; let thyself die-- And dying, rise again to fuller life. To be a whole is to be small and weak-- To be a part is to be great and mighty In the one spirit of the mighty whole-- The spirit of the martyrs and the saints-- The spirit of the queen, on whose towered neck We hang, blest ringlets!