Canzler—We may be few, Wiglaf, but—
Max— Stay with us.
Wiglaf—He beckons from that island in the sea.
Wiglaf must go where Bragi calls.
Canzler— Oh, say
"Hail," to that kindred land!
(He drops his ax against the log.)
From us say "Hail!"
(Stepping past the stump.)
Oh, if you find them holding up the North,
Oh, tell them, Wiglaf, to keep iron hearts!
Say that the ancient trunk of Wittikind
Shows a green sprout! Say all the North is green!
Rudolph—Go with us to the mountains!
Fritz— Stay and die!