Driven on by madness, stung by despair, my thoughts awake in all their strength....
O God! give me again the power which Thou didst not of old deny me, and I will condense this new and fearful world, which does not understand itself, into one burning word, but which one word will be the Poetry of the entire Past!
Voice in the Air. Poet, thou chant'st a drama!
The Man. Thanks for thy good counsel!
Revenge for the desecrated ashes of my fathers—malediction upon the new races! their whirlpool is around me, but it shall not draw me into the giddying and increasing circles of its abyss! Keep but thy promise, Eagle; Eagle of glory!
Jew, I am ready now for the vault of St. Ignatius!
The Baptized. The day dawns; I can go no farther.
The Man. Lead me on until we strike the right path; I will then release you!
The Baptized. Why do you drag me on through mist, through thorns and briers, through ashes and embers, over heaps of ruins? Let me go, I entreat!
The Man. Forward! forward! and descend with me!