Hermann Sudermann,
Morituri: Three One-Act Plays
“ Ah, Sire, how thou dost fret thyself!Teja (anxiously) .Didst thou ever see him?Balthilda.Never.Teja.God be thanked! For hadst thou ever seen him as I saw him on the morning of the battle in which he fell ... arrayed in golden armour ... and the white steed pranced beneath him, and his yellow locks streamed like sunlight about him. And he laughed the foe in the face.... Laughed like a child!... Ah, laughing to die like him!Balthilda.His lot was easy, Sire! He went from hence, but left to thee as an inheritance the half-destroyed kingdom.... How shouldst thou then have laughed? ”
