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Brand.
Good; then come!
Einar.
[Clutching desperately after her.]
Agnes!
The whole Throng.
[Hurrying towards her.]
Come back! Come back!
Women.
[In terror as she springs into the boat.]
Help, Lord!
Brand.
Where does the house lie!
Women.
[Pointing].]
By the fjord,
Behind yon black and jutting brink!
[The boats put out.
Einar.
[Calling after them.]
Your home, your mother, Agnes! Think!
O save yourself!
Agnes.
We are <g>three</g> on board!
[The boat sails. The people crowd together
on the slopes, and watch in eager suspense.
A Man.
He clears the headland!
Another.
Nay!
