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Broken Straws.
We are deeds;
Thou shouldst have achieved us!
Doubt, the throttler,
Has crippled and riven us.
On the Day of Judgment
We'll come a-flock,
And tell the story,—
Then woe to you!
Peer.
Rascal-tricks! How dare you debit
What is <g>negative</g> against me? [Hastens away.
Åse's Voice.
[Far away.]
Fie, what a post-boy!
Hu, you've upset me
Here in the slush, boy!
Sadly it's smirched me.—
You've driven me the wrong way.
Peer, where's the castle?
The Fiend has misled you
With the switch from the cupboard
Peer.
Better haste away, poor fellow!
With the devil's sins upon you,
Soon you'll faint upon the hillside;—
Hard enough to bear one's own sins. [Runs off.
