For bodingly I breathe the breath of evil!
[With forced lightness.
A dance, then!
Again weave its delight!
[Dancers show cheer.
For to your want mine is attuned, and what
Is music to it shall o'ermaster me!
And not alone my feet shall follow, but
The Truth you fly to will I wing to attain!—
Tho stars seem to my simple sight but candles