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IRENE.
[Looking down.] Too late--too late!
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
Not by a hairsbreadth has all that has pa.s.sed in the interval lowered you in my eyes.
IRENE.
[With head erect.] Nor in my own!
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
Well, what then! Then we are free--and there is still time for us to live our life, Irene.
IRENE.
[Looks sadly at him.] The desire for life is dead in me, Arnold. Now I have arisen. And I look for you. And I find you.--And then I see that you and life lie dead--as I have lain.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
Oh, how utterly you are astray! Both in us and around us life is fermenting and throbbing as fiercely as ever!
IRENE.
[Smiling and shaking her head.] The young woman of your Resurrection Day can see all life lying on its bier.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Throwing his arms violently around her.] Then let two of the dead--us two--for once live life to its uttermost--before we go down to our graves again!
IRENE.
[With a shriek.] Arnold!
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
But not here in the half darkness! Not here with this hideous dank shroud flapping around us--
IRENE.
[Carried away by pa.s.sion.] No, no--up in the light, and in all the glittering glory! Up to the Peak of Promise!
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
There we will hold our marriage-feast, Irene--oh, my beloved!
IRENE.
[Proudly.] The sun may freely look on us, Arnold.
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
All the powers of light may freely look on us--and all the powers of darkness too. [Seizes her hand.] Will you then follow me, oh my grace-given bride?
IRENE.
[As though transfigured.] I follow you, freely and gladly, my lord and master!
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
[Drawing her along with him.] We must first pa.s.s through the mists, Irene, and then--
IRENE.
Yes, through all the mists, and then right up to the summit of the tower that s.h.i.+nes in the sunrise.
[The mist-clouds close in over the scene--PROFESSOR RUBEK and IRENE, hand in hand, climb up over the snow-field to the right and soon disappear among the lower clouds. Keen storm-gusts hurtle and whistle through the air.
[The SISTER OF MERCY appears upon the stone-scree to the left.
She stops and looks around silently and searchingly.
MAIA.
I 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!
[Suddenly a sound like thunder is heard from high up on the snow- field, which glides and whirls downwards with headlong speed.
PROFESSOR RUBEK and IRENE can be dimly discerned as they are whirled along with the ma.s.ses of snow and buried in them.
