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 from the dead and rotten past, which spreads darkness and oppression where there should be nothing but buoyancy and light. We must lay that Spectre; down with it!

The Crowd.

Hurrah! Hurrah for the Seventeenth of May!

Thora.

Come away, father!

The Chamberlain.

What the deuce does he mean by a spectre? Who is he talking about, Doctor?

Fieldbo.

[Quickly.] Oh, it's about

[Whispers a word or two.

The Chamberlain.

Aha! So that's it!

Thora.

[Softly to Fieldbo.] Thanks!

Stensgård.

If no one else will crush the dragon, I will! But we must hold together, boys!

Many Voices.

Yes! yes!

Stensgård.

We are young! The time belongs to us; but we also belong to the time. Our right is our duty! Elbow-room for faculty, for will, for power! Listen to me! We must form a League. The money-bag has ceased to rule among us!