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[Starts back shuddering.]

Brand, your child,—your child!

[Following her.]

Say rather: Was I priest ere I was father?

[Drawing further back.]

Though in thunder-crash it peal'd, Unto that my lips are seal'd.

[Following.]

You are Mother: it is due That the last word come from you.

I am Wife: I shall fulfil All that you have heart to will.

[Trying to grasp her arm.]

Take the Cup of Choice from me!

[Retreating behind the tree.]

Mother then I should not be!

There a Judgment is let fall!