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So! I see there's nothing more. I'll clear out without delay, Dress my baby at the door— Then with all my pack away! [Goes.

[In violent inner conflict; at length asks.]  Is it reason, Brand, to lay Further bidding on me? Say, Didst thou with a glad heart go To thy task of giving? No. Then thy gift is vainly will'd And His bidding unfulfill'd.     [Going.

[Remains silent until he is near the door, then calls.]

Brand!

What wilt thou?

I have lied— See, I'm humbled, I am grieved. Never knew'st thou nor believed, Anything was left beside.