H. Where is Wieland?
A. There he stands.
H. That he? He is small enough, certainly. Just what I had pictured him to myself. Are you the man that is always prating about Hercules?
W. (shrinking away). I have nothing to do with you, Colossus I
H. Eh! What? Don't go away.
W. I imagined Hercules to be a fine man of middle height.
H. Of middle height! I?
W. If you are Hercules, it was not you I meant.
H. That is my name and I am proud of it. I know very well that when a blockhead cannot find a suitable bear or griffin or boar to hold his scutcheon, he takes a Hercules. It is plain that my godhead has never revealed itself to you in a vision.
W. I confess this is the first vision of the kind that I have ever had.