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 And if you're drown'd in flood and fen, I'm sentenced to the bolt and lock

You suffer in God's service, then.

Nor his nor yours is my affair; My own is hard enough to bear. Come then!

Farewell!

[A hollow roar is heard in the distance.

[Shrieking.]

An avalanche roar!

[To the who has seized his collar.]

Off!

Nay!

This instant!

Stay no more!

[Struggling with .]

Nay, devil take me!

[Shakes him off and throws him down in the snow.]

That, depend On it, he will do in the end! [Goes.