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[Buried in a heap of .]                     Mother, help me, I die  [Church bells sound far away.    Bells in the mountain! The Black-Frock's cows! ['' take to flight, amid a confused uproar of yells and shrieks. The palace collapses; everything disappears.''

SCENE SEVENTH.

Pitch darkness.

 is heard beating and slashing about him with a large bough.

Answer! Who are you?

Myself.

Clear the way!

Go roundabout, Peer! The hill's roomy enough.

[''Tries to force a passage at another place, but strikes against something.'']

Who are you?

Myself. Can you say the same?