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Second Man.
Nine-tenths of it is now the word.
Brand.
Not <g>all</g>?
Second Man.
Not all.
Brand.
As you have heard:—
Nor priest shall come, nor sacrament.
Second Man.
She begg'd it, bitterly distress'd
First Man.
Priest, once she bore you on her breast
Brand.
[Clenching his hands.]
I may not by two measures weigh
My kinsman and my enemy.
Second Man.
Sore is her state and dire her need;
Come, or else send her a God-speed
Brand.
[To First Man.]
Go; tell her still: God's wine and bread
Must on a spotless board be spread.
[The Men go.
Agnes.
I tremble Brand. You seem a Sword
Swung flaming by a wrathful Lord!
