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We are deeds; Thou shouldst have achieved us! Doubt, the throttler, Has crippled and riven us. On the Day of Judgment We'll come a-flock, And tell the story,— Then woe to you!

Rascal-tricks! How dare you debit What is negative against me? [Hastens away.

[Far away.]

Fie, what a post-boy! Hu, you've upset me Here in the slush, boy! Sadly it's smirched me.— You've driven me the wrong way. Peer, where's the castle? The Fiend has misled you With the switch from the cupboard

Better haste away, poor fellow! With the devil's sins upon you, Soon you'll faint upon the hillside;— Hard enough to bear one's own sins. [Runs off.