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The Woman.
I am undone! I am undone!
Stern wast thou, God, when I was made!
Brand.
[Approaching.]
Maybe, however, there is <g>one</g>.
The Woman.
[Seizing his arm.]
Then let him come, and swiftly!
Brand.
Tell
Your need, and he will surely come.
The Woman.
Across the fjord—my husband
Brand.
Well?
The Woman.
Three starving babes, and ne'er a crumb,
Say no,—he is not sent to hell!
Brand.
Your story first.
The Woman.
My breast was dry;
Man sent no help, and God was dumb;
My babe was dying in agony;
Cut to the heart,—his child he slew!—
Brand.
He slew!
