[Looks inquiringly at her.] When—–?
When we dead awaken.
[Shakes his head mournfully.] What do we really see then?
We see that we have never lived.
[She goes towards the slope and descends.
[The SISTER OF MERCY makes
way for her and follows her. PROFESSOR
RUBEK remains sitting motionless beside the brook.
[Is heard singing triumphantly among the hills.]
am free! I am free! I am free!
No more life in the prison for me!
I am free as a bird! I am free!
[A wild riven mountain-side, with sheer precipices
at the back.
Snow-clad peaks rise to the right, and lose themselves in drifting
mists. To the left, on a stone-scree, stands an old, half-ruined
hut. It is early morning. Dawn is breaking. The sun has not
[MAIA comes, flushed and irritated, down over the
stone-scree on the
left. ULFHEIM follows, half angry, half laughing, holding her
fast by the sleeve.
[Trying to tear herself loose.] Let me go! Let me go, I say!
Come, Come! are you going to bite now? You’re as snappish as a wolf.
[Striking him over the hand.] Let me, I tell you? And be quiet!
No, confound me if I will!
Then I will not go another step with you. Do you hear?—not a single step!
Ho, ho! How can you get away from me, here, on the wild mountain-side?
I will jump over the precipice yonder, if need be—–
And mangle and mash yourself up into dogs’-meat! A juicy morsel! [Lets go his hold.] As you please. Jump over the precipice if you want to. It’s a dizzy drop. There’s only one narrow footpath down it, and that’s almost impassable.
[Dusts her skirt with her hand, and looks at him with angry eyes.] Well, you are a nice one to go hunting with!