Manager (alone):
Dead—Strader!—Can this really be the truth?
The spirit-sleep of which I heard so much
Now toucheth me.—The fate which here doth guide
The threads of life wears now a serious face.
O little soul of mine, what mighty hand
Hath now laid hold upon thy thread of fate,
And given it a part within this knot.
‘But that which must will surely come to pass!’