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 The Chamberlain.

Bravo! [To the Doctor.] He said the moneybag; so no doubt you're right

Stensgård.

Yes, boys; we, we are the wealth of the country, if only there's metal in us. Our will is the ringing gold that shall pass from man to man. War to the knife against whoever shall deny its currency!

The Crowd.

Hurrah!

Stensgård.

A scornful "bravo" has been flung in my teeth

The Chamberlain.

No, no!

Stensgård.

What care I! Thanks and threats alike are powerless over the perfect will. And now, God be with us! For we are going about His work, with youth and faith to help us. Come, then, into the refreshment-tent—our League shall be baptized this very hour.

The Crowd.

Hurrah! Carry him! Shoulder high with him!

[He is lifted shoulder high.

Voices.

Speak on! More! More!