sad to be fettered by a grave and a woman, by a mother who has lost her child, by a weeping dove who cannot be comforted. It is sad to stand in the midst of one’s grief and not to depart from it. Not so a freeman. He goes away as he pleases; he regrets nothing and is reminded of nothing. And why? This is how I look at it: he who goes away leaves unhappiness behind him.
The scene is changed by the projection of an image of suburban fences and factories.
Singing behind the scene.
And new land has arisen from the sea,
And this land shall be
All shrewd people’s property.
And those who journey there,
They shall get it. Stay-at-homes shall ne’er
Be given any share.
You must take whate’er
Shows itself, and only those with ready hand
Shall hold any of this land.
Tralala.
First Man:
Hallo! man is as free as a bird, eh?
The Man with the Spade:
As a bird? As a swallow!
The Stripling:
As a swallow? As a sea-gull, as a hawk, as an eagle!
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