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THE DANCE TO DEATH.
LAY BROTHER.
A strange Flagellant
Fresh come to Wartburg craves a word with thee.
PRIOR.
Bid him within.
[Exit Lay-Brother, Prior places the casket in a Cabinet,
Patience ! No hour of the day
Brings freedom to the priest.
Reenter Lay-Brother ushering in Nordmann, and exit.
Brother, all hail !
Blessed be thou who comest in God*s name !
NORDMANN.
May the Lord grant thee thine own prayer four-fold!
PRIOR.
What is thine errand ?
NORDMANN.
Look at me, my father.
Long since you called me friend.
[The Prior looks at him attentively y while an expression of wonder and terror gradually over-spreads his face.
