Mankind doth live in thought;
From whose fulness living
Mankind illusion weaves.
Capesius:
Enough.… Enough.… Where is Capesius?
You I implore … ye forces all unknown.…
Where is Capesius? Where is … myself?
(Once more he relapses into a reverie.)
(Enter Benedictus. Capesius does not notice him at first. Benedictus touches him on the shoulder.)
Benedictus: