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92 Alf stood with drawn sword ready for their coming; But paler aye he grew, he bowed, and tottered, Leaned on the sill; casting a haughty glance, His mantle tore off, flung the Master's badge On earth, and trampled scornful under foot.

"Behold the sins committed in my life. Ready am I to die; what will ye more? The annals of my ruling will ye hear? Look on these many thousands hurled to death, On towns in ruins, and domains in flames. Hear ye the storm-winds? clouds of snow drive on; Thither your army's remnants freeze in ice. Hear ye? The hungry packs of dogs do howl, They tear each other for the banquet's remnant.

"I caused all this, and I am great and proud, So many hydras' heads one blow has felled; As Samson, by once shaking of the column. To o'er throw the temple, dying in its ruin." He spoke, looked on the window, and he fell But ere he fell, he cast the lamp to earth. It three times glimmered with a circling blaze, That rested latterly on Konrad's brow;