HENSCHEL
Maybe the devil; maybe, too, somebody else. It's throttlin' me—that's certain.
[Pause.]
SIEBENHAAR
That's a most unhappy notion of yours …
HENSCHEL
An' I'm denyin' nothin'. A bad man I've come to be, only it's no fault o' mine. I just, somehow, stumbled into it all. Maybe it's my fault too. You c'n say so if you want to. Who knows? I should ha' kept a better watch. But the devil is more cunnin' than me. I just kept on straight ahead.
SIEBENHAAR
Henschel, you're just your own worst enemy. You're fighting phantoms which have no existence at any time or place. The devil has done nothing to you, nor have you stepped into any snare. And no one is throttling you either. That is all nonsense. And such fancies are dangerous.