The Awakening of Spring: A Tragedy of Childhood

by Frank Wedekind

Farewell, dear Moritz. I don't know where the man is taking me. But he is a man——

Moritz.

Don't blame me for seeking to kill you, Melchior. It was old attachment. All my life I shall only be able to complain and lament that I cannot accompany you once more.

The Masked Man.

At the end everyone has his part——You the consoling consciousness of having nothing——you an enervating doubt of everything.—Farewell.

Melchior.

Farewell, Moritz. Take my heartfelt thanks for appearing before me again. How many former bright days have we lived together during the fourteen years! I promise you, Moritz, come what may, whether during the coming years I become ten times another, whether I prosper or fail, I shall never forget you——

Moritz.

Thanks, thanks, dear friend.

Melchior.