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 Jerman. What was the word you uttered? What did you invent to harm me harshly? - SERFS! BORN AS SERFS; GROWN AS SERFS, MADE TO SERVE! MANY TIMES A NEW OVERLORD COMES, YET THE WHIP REMAINS, FOR YOUR BACK IS UNEVEN, USED TO, AND WISHING FOR, WHIPPINGS!

A voice: Are you true men; will you listen to this?

Voices. Bust! - You will to insult us? - Leave for the road! - Blast, hit!

Jerman. SERFS! "CHRIST" WOULD NOT APPROACH YOU, HANDING A WORD, BUT A WHIP! The madman, who made me unlock this mind of yours, cursed through and through. ..

Voices. We've had enough! Who's a serf here? Are you men or are you cowards? Shouldn't we bruise ‘em?

Delavec. Stones! Shut the windows!

Kalander. Sir, stop it!

Voices. A Serf – who? Hit!

Jerman. SERFS, CONDEMNED TO SERVE!

Voices. Who?

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Nace. Do not sin, Christians, do not sin! No blood!