Dollarson:
I vow it’s for the last time, Vandergold. War, then
The Remaining Crowd:
Alas, war! Alas! but the Land of Hopes must be ours.
Vandergold:
Yes, war. Attention, people! Those who are not called up for the army will find employment in my factories, which I have now completely transformed for the manufacture of war materials. I shall employ as many women, old men and children as are not affected by the mobilisation order. You can apply at my offices.
Voice of the Crowd (afar):
To the fighting-line, to war
Vandergold:
Yes, first of all comes war. Death at once walks side by side with man.
[The stage is empty. The sound of drums behind. The star glows blood-red. Under the redly blazing star the shadow picture of soldiers on the march.]
Song of the Soldiers:
O merrily, O merrily, my gun that goes with me.
