Vox populi vox Dei. Come!
[They go.
High up among the mountains. A storm is rising and chasing the clouds heavily over the snow-slopes; black peaks and summits appear here and there, and are veiled again by the mist.
Brand comes, bleeding and broken, up the mountain.
Brand.
[Stops and looks backward.]
From the vale they follow’d thronging,
Never one has reached the height.
Through all bosoms thrill’d the longing