Rudolph— It was put up last night.
Fritz—You still think we should leave here?
Rudolph— Still think?
Fritz— Yes.
Rudolph—Can there be any doubt of what this means?
Almost its eyeballs gleam between the trees.
Fritz—And if we leave here, what?
Rudolph— We bear away
To some far mountain nest our eagle's egg.
We save our hope.
(Fritz points to the crucifix.)
Only proves what I say.
'Tis some poor burgher who refused to bow
And would not leave.
(Fritz goes toward the crucifix.)