Falk [triumphant].
Now your youth’s heaven once again is blue,
There rang an echo from your old song-life!
That’s how it is: I read you thro’ and thro’;
Wings, wings were all you wanted,—and a knife!
Stiver.
A knife?
Falk.
Yes, Resolution’s knife, to sever
Each captive bond, and set you free for ever,