And novel perils, like fresh mistresses,
Wear more magnetic aspects:—I will on,
And be it where it may—I have my dagger
Which may protect me at a pinch.—Burn still,
Thou little light! Thou art my ignis fatuus!40
My stationary Will-o'-the-wisp![192]—So! so!
He hears my invocation, and fails not.[The scene closes.
Scene IV.—A Garden.
Enter Werner.
Wer. I could not sleep—and now the hour's at hand!