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[''Comes in, followed by some of those who remained behind.'']

O my beloved! O my sheep! To the old shepherd's voice give ear!

[To the throng.]

A home no more we have below; Better we follow up the steep!

That ye could grieve my heart so sore, And pierce me with a wound so deep!

Thou wast their soul's scourge evermore!

Don't heed him! He is stuffing you With idle promises.

That's true!

But we are gracious, and forgive Where we true penitence perceive. O, turn your eyes into your hearts And mark the diabolic arts With which he won you to his aid!

Ay, sure enough; we were betray'd!

And then consider; what can ye,