cultural resources in henrik ibsen's early environment - Ibsen.net

I hear
Your hunters.
RUD.
KING.
Then let us hurry,
Before they have reached us. Do they know
That I have gone ahead?
Yes, sire!
RUD.
KING.
Well then, away! I am not Cæsar,
And these waves are not Rubicon;
But yet I say: jacta est alea!
(Goes quickly over the bridge, followed by RUD and the HUNTERS.)
SCENE EIGHT.
The COURTIERS of the king's retinue come in from the left side, all in hunting dress.
CHORUS.
1.
Glorious, a summer night
On the way to an elf-thicket,
Rest by the cool spring!
Luna's silver band
Winds around Endymion,
Spying in bush and in valley.
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