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Comes he now, Boyg?

Ay, step by step.

All our sisters far off! Gather here to the tryst!

If you'd save me now, lass, you must do it quick! Gaze not adown so, lowly and bending.— Your clasp-book! Hurl it straight into his eyes!

He totters!

We have him.

Sisters! Make haste!

Too dear the purchase one pays for life In such a heart-wasting hour of strife.

[Sinks down.   Boyg, there he's fallen! Seize him! Seize him! [A sound of bells and of psalm-singing is heard far away.

[Shrinks up to nothing, and says in a gasp:]

He was too strong. There were women behind him.