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[Shakes his head.]

My word Would then not utter what I heard.

Half! Half! It was the whole she meant!

Maybe; but she spoke loud and high; And I don't easily forget.

[Seizes his arm.]

Before God's Judgment, will you yet Dare to attest she spoke it?

Ay.

[Firmly.]

Go, tell her, this reply was sent: "Nor priest shall come, nor sacrament."

[Looking at him doubtfully.]

You surely have not understood It is your Mother that appeals.

I know no law that sternlier deals With strangers than with kindred blood.

A hard word, that.