fulfill my last wish and take me to her! The ring is gone! Woe,
what does this augur? Is my story ended, or shall it now begin
perhaps? Lisa, my soul's beloved! [He runs up on cliff and waves.]
If you hear me, answer; if you see me, give me a sign! Ah--she
turns out toward the fjord--Well, then, storm and sea, that
separate me from all that my heart loves, I challenge you to battle
for the highest prize! [Pushes out boat drawn up on shore.]

Blow, wind, and rock, wave! My weak keel shall cleave you like a
sword. On, my boat, even though we miss the goal, let us struggle
on till we sink!

CURTAIN.



ACT FIVE

SCENE: Interior of a little country church, with frescoed ceiling.
At back, centre, altar with crucifix; to left, pulpit; on a pillar
down left an image of Saint Bartholomew with skin in hand; directly
opposite, on a pillar, image of Saint Laurence with the grill.
Broom is propped against altar railing. Two rows of praying stools
at right and left sides form an aisle from front to altar. At right
a confessional; at left an iron door.

[The Elf stands in one window, the Fairy in the other.]

ELF. It was not the old man that ate ip the porridge, it was the
rats.