Alone to dream my individual dreams;
In them at least I still can fight and strive
To win back that which now seems lost to me.
He will not go;—then will I fly from him.
(He feels as if he were rooted to the ground.)
What are the bonds that hold me prisoner
And chain me, as with fetters, to this place?
(The Double of Johannes Thomasius appears.)
Ah!—whosoe’er thou art; if human blood
Doth course within thy veins, or if thou art