Friedrich Schiller,
The Hostage
“ How friend to friend can faith forsake. But from the double death shall know, That truth and love yet live below!" The sun sinks down - the gate's in view, The cross looms dismal on the ground - The eager crowd gape murmuring round. His friend is bound the cross unto.... Crowd - guards - all bursts he breathless through: "Me! Doomsman, me!" he shouts, "alone! ”

