And in truth I should also care but little about what comes Before! And yet
I can say that unsatisfied I go from the theatre. I die and I am living!
—But for the strongest bulls this life is naught but a dandelion in the wind!
Why should we wish to fortify our eyes
Against the continual fatigue of sleep
—Yet—Listen to me!—while you live—
A Captain: We are listening.
The King: Listen to these last words that I can say! And first
I desire for you a soaring mind, a courage with shoes of fire,
As the young man chafes with impatience at the prisoning walls of his home