AN EPILOGUE
(Inside the House of Fust, Mayence, 1457.)
First Friend. Up, up, up—next step of the staircase
Lands us, lo, at the chamber of dread!
Second Friend. Locked and barred?
Third Friend. Door open—the rare case!
Fourth Friend. Ay, there he leans—lost wretch!
Fifth Friend. His head
Sunk on his desk 'twixt his arms outspread!