The Mayor.
[Shaking his fist at Brand.)]
<g>His</g> the scandal; <g>his</g> the sin! But we'll shortly win the fight! The Dean.
[Almost breaking down.]
Win? Of all our people cheated?— The Mayor. Ay, but we are not defeated, If I know my lambs aright!
[Follows them.
The Dean. Whither will he, in heaven's name? As I live, he's after them! Ha, my drooping courage rises, I will also do and dare,— Make assaults and capture prizes! Bring my steed;—that is, prepare A safe, steady mountain mare! [They go.
By the highest farms in the valley. The land rises in the background, and passes into great barren mountains. Rain.
Brand, followed by the multitude—men, women, and children,—comes up the slopes.
Brand.
Look onward! Triumph flies ahead!
Your homes are hidden in the deep,
And over it, from steep to steep,
The storm his cloudy tent has spread.
Forget the pit of sloth ye trod,
Fly free aloft, ye sons of God!
