my last friend, tricked me also--What terror's visions! The sea
would swallow me. What is my life worth more? Come, Death, and set
me free! [Sea gradually subsides.]

[Enter Death; beasts vanish.]

DEATH. Here am I, at your service! What would you me?

PEHR. [Cowers, but recovers himself.] Oh, really!--It was nothing
especially pressing--

DEATH. You called me!

PEHR. Did I actually do that? Well, it is only a form of speech
which we use; I really want nothing of you.

DEATH. But I want something of you! Stand straight on your legs and
I'll cut; it will be over in no time. [Raises scythe.]

PEHR. Mercy, mercy! I don't want to die!

DEATH. Bosh! What has life to offer you who have no wishes left?

PEHR. That one does not know; if one might stop to consider, then
perhaps--

DEATH. Oh, you have had ample time; now it is too late. Straighten
your back so that you may fall like a real world-hater! [Lifts
scythe.]