A glorious scene. The voice of Krupp is dumb;
Not pining now for Frankfort or for Münich,
The sub-lieutenant slides with quivering thumb
A picture-postcard underneath his tunic.
Till then, if any dawn of doubt creeps in
How best to judge the Bard and praise him rightly,
Let me implore the actors of Berlin
To play Macbeth to crowded houses nightly.
Evoe.