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Agnes.
Thou sufferest, Brand.
Brand.
Thou art so dear.
Agnes.
Thou lov'st me, but thy love I fear.
'Tis stern.
Brand.
Too stern?
Agnes.
Ask not; whereso
Thou goest, I will also go!
Brand.
Think'st thou without design I won thee
Out of thy gladsome gay content,
Or, half in earnest, laid upon thee
The call to self-abandonment?
Woe to us both; too dear we paid,
Too vast a sacrifice we made;
Thou art my wife: I crave thee <g>all</g>
To live according to our call.
Agnes.
Crave; only leave me not.
Brand.
Indeed
I must; for rest and peace I need.
Soon shall the great new Church arise!
Agnes.
My little Church a ruin lies.
