[The Queen passes on and turns again at the corner to look at Prince Witte, who has already turned his back. Then she disappears with her women into the cathedral, from which the gleam of lights and the roll of the organ come forth. The door is closed.]
Hans. Well, did she please thee? Hast thou found her worthy to awake thy idle sword to deeds of battle?
Prince. It would be no less than idleness for me to unsheathe my sword in her behalf; for my field of battle lies not here.
Hans. Then come. Thy path is hot. Thy path is broad!--Then hasten! Already far too long hast thou delayed before this tottering throne, from which an eye in speechless pleading calls for help.
Prince. At first, when my desires pointed from hence, didst thou not beg me to delay?--and now!--
Sköll [aside to Hans]. Heaven save us! Brother, who is this? I would know him a thousand miles away!
Hans [with a gesture towards Sköll, to leave him alone]. Perhaps I wished to test thee, or perhaps--
Sköll. All good spirits praise--
Prince. Whatever it was, I will go gladly.
Sköll [crossing himself]. All good spirits praise the Lord! [Bursts out through the door to the left.]