Chapter 20

Schoolmaster.

Schoolmaster.

Schoolmaster.

Which way?

Which way?

Which way?

Which way?

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

All ways alike are rightThat reach the goal. This way pursue——

All ways alike are rightThat reach the goal. This way pursue——

All ways alike are rightThat reach the goal. This way pursue——

All ways alike are right

That reach the goal. This way pursue——

A Man.

A Man.

A Man.

Nay, it is steep, and ’twill be nightEre we are well upon the height.

Nay, it is steep, and ’twill be nightEre we are well upon the height.

Nay, it is steep, and ’twill be nightEre we are well upon the height.

Nay, it is steep, and ’twill be night

Ere we are well upon the height.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

And that way lies the Ice-church too.

And that way lies the Ice-church too.

And that way lies the Ice-church too.

And that way lies the Ice-church too.

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

The steep way is the short way still.

The steep way is the short way still.

The steep way is the short way still.

The steep way is the short way still.

A Woman.

A Woman.

A Woman.

My foot is sore!

My foot is sore!

My foot is sore!

My foot is sore!

Another.

Another.

Another.

My child is ill!

My child is ill!

My child is ill!

My child is ill!

A Third.

A Third.

A Third.

Where shall I get a drop to drink?

Where shall I get a drop to drink?

Where shall I get a drop to drink?

Where shall I get a drop to drink?

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

Priest, feed the people;—see, they sink.

Priest, feed the people;—see, they sink.

Priest, feed the people;—see, they sink.

Priest, feed the people;—see, they sink.

Many Voices.

Many Voices.

Many Voices.

A miracle! A miracle!

A miracle! A miracle!

A miracle! A miracle!

A miracle! A miracle!

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

O, the slave-stamp has branded deep;The toil you shirk, the hire you crave.Up, and shake off this deadly sleep,—Or else, get back into the grave!

O, the slave-stamp has branded deep;The toil you shirk, the hire you crave.Up, and shake off this deadly sleep,—Or else, get back into the grave!

O, the slave-stamp has branded deep;The toil you shirk, the hire you crave.Up, and shake off this deadly sleep,—Or else, get back into the grave!

O, the slave-stamp has branded deep;

The toil you shirk, the hire you crave.

Up, and shake off this deadly sleep,—

Or else, get back into the grave!

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

Ay, he is right; first face the foe;The hire comes afterwards, you know.

Ay, he is right; first face the foe;The hire comes afterwards, you know.

Ay, he is right; first face the foe;The hire comes afterwards, you know.

Ay, he is right; first face the foe;

The hire comes afterwards, you know.

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

It shall, as sure as God looks forthOver the breadth and depth of Earth!

It shall, as sure as God looks forthOver the breadth and depth of Earth!

It shall, as sure as God looks forthOver the breadth and depth of Earth!

It shall, as sure as God looks forth

Over the breadth and depth of Earth!

Many Voices.

Many Voices.

Many Voices.

He’s prophesying! He’sprophesying!prophesying!

He’s prophesying! He’sprophesying!prophesying!

He’s prophesying! He’sprophesying!prophesying!

He’s prophesying! He’sprophesying!prophesying!

Several.

Several.

Several.

Hark, priest, will it be warm, this fight?

Hark, priest, will it be warm, this fight?

Hark, priest, will it be warm, this fight?

Hark, priest, will it be warm, this fight?

Others.

Others.

Others.

And bloody? And will it last till night?

And bloody? And will it last till night?

And bloody? And will it last till night?

And bloody? And will it last till night?

The Schoolmaster.[Aside.]

The Schoolmaster.[Aside.]

The Schoolmaster.

[Aside.]

I trust there is no risk of dying?

I trust there is no risk of dying?

I trust there is no risk of dying?

I trust there is no risk of dying?

A Man.

A Man.

A Man.

Priest, must we really face the fire?

Priest, must we really face the fire?

Priest, must we really face the fire?

Priest, must we really face the fire?

Another.

Another.

Another.

What ismyportion of the hire?

What ismyportion of the hire?

What ismyportion of the hire?

What ismyportion of the hire?

A Woman.

A Woman.

A Woman.

You’re sure I shall not lose my son?

You’re sure I shall not lose my son?

You’re sure I shall not lose my son?

You’re sure I shall not lose my son?

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

By Tuesday will the field be won?

By Tuesday will the field be won?

By Tuesday will the field be won?

By Tuesday will the field be won?

Brand.[Looking round in bewilderment on the throng.]

Brand.[Looking round in bewilderment on the throng.]

Brand.

[Looking round in bewilderment on the throng.]

What would you know? What’s your demand?

What would you know? What’s your demand?

What would you know? What’s your demand?

What would you know? What’s your demand?

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

Firstly, how long we shall make war.Then, of our total loss therein.And finally,—how much we win?

Firstly, how long we shall make war.Then, of our total loss therein.And finally,—how much we win?

Firstly, how long we shall make war.Then, of our total loss therein.And finally,—how much we win?

Firstly, how long we shall make war.

Then, of our total loss therein.

And finally,—how much we win?

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

This ye demand?

This ye demand?

This ye demand?

This ye demand?

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

Yes, ’faith; beforeWe did not rightly understand.

Yes, ’faith; beforeWe did not rightly understand.

Yes, ’faith; beforeWe did not rightly understand.

Yes, ’faith; before

We did not rightly understand.

Brand.[Deeply moved.]

Brand.[Deeply moved.]

Brand.

[Deeply moved.]

Then ye shall understand it now!

Then ye shall understand it now!

Then ye shall understand it now!

Then ye shall understand it now!

The Multitude.[Thronging closer.]

The Multitude.[Thronging closer.]

The Multitude.

[Thronging closer.]

Speak! Speak!

Speak! Speak!

Speak! Speak!

Speak! Speak!

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

How long the war will last?As long as life, till ye have castAll ye possess before the Lord,And slain the Spirit of Accord;Until your stiff will bend and bow,And every coward scruple fallBefore the bidding: Nought or All!What you will lose? Your gods abhorr’d,Your feasts to Mammon and the Lord,The glittering bonds ye do not loathe,And all the pillows of your sloth!What you will gain? A will that’s whole,—A soaring faith, a single soul,The willingness to lose, that gaveItself rejoicing to the grave;—A crown of thorns on every brow;—That is the wage you’re earning now!

How long the war will last?As long as life, till ye have castAll ye possess before the Lord,And slain the Spirit of Accord;Until your stiff will bend and bow,And every coward scruple fallBefore the bidding: Nought or All!What you will lose? Your gods abhorr’d,Your feasts to Mammon and the Lord,The glittering bonds ye do not loathe,And all the pillows of your sloth!What you will gain? A will that’s whole,—A soaring faith, a single soul,The willingness to lose, that gaveItself rejoicing to the grave;—A crown of thorns on every brow;—That is the wage you’re earning now!

How long the war will last?As long as life, till ye have castAll ye possess before the Lord,And slain the Spirit of Accord;Until your stiff will bend and bow,And every coward scruple fallBefore the bidding: Nought or All!What you will lose? Your gods abhorr’d,Your feasts to Mammon and the Lord,The glittering bonds ye do not loathe,And all the pillows of your sloth!What you will gain? A will that’s whole,—A soaring faith, a single soul,The willingness to lose, that gaveItself rejoicing to the grave;—A crown of thorns on every brow;—That is the wage you’re earning now!

How long the war will last?

As long as life, till ye have cast

All ye possess before the Lord,

And slain the Spirit of Accord;

Until your stiff will bend and bow,

And every coward scruple fall

Before the bidding: Nought or All!

What you will lose? Your gods abhorr’d,

Your feasts to Mammon and the Lord,

The glittering bonds ye do not loathe,

And all the pillows of your sloth!

What you will gain? A will that’s whole,—

A soaring faith, a single soul,

The willingness to lose, that gave

Itself rejoicing to the grave;—

A crown of thorns on every brow;—

That is the wage you’re earning now!

The Multitude.[With a furious cry.]

The Multitude.[With a furious cry.]

The Multitude.

[With a furious cry.]

Betray’d! Betray’d! Deceived! Misled!

Betray’d! Betray’d! Deceived! Misled!

Betray’d! Betray’d! Deceived! Misled!

Betray’d! Betray’d! Deceived! Misled!

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

I say but what I always said!

I say but what I always said!

I say but what I always said!

I say but what I always said!

Several.

Several.

Several.

You promised us the victor’s prize;And now it turns to sacrifice!

You promised us the victor’s prize;And now it turns to sacrifice!

You promised us the victor’s prize;And now it turns to sacrifice!

You promised us the victor’s prize;

And now it turns to sacrifice!

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

I promised victory,—and to youVictory shall indeed be due.But every man who fights in frontMust perish in the battle’s brunt;If that he dares not, let him layHis arms down ere the battle-dayThe flag’s predestined to surrenderThat has a timorous defender;And he that shudders at the cost,Ere he is wounded, he is lost.

I promised victory,—and to youVictory shall indeed be due.But every man who fights in frontMust perish in the battle’s brunt;If that he dares not, let him layHis arms down ere the battle-dayThe flag’s predestined to surrenderThat has a timorous defender;And he that shudders at the cost,Ere he is wounded, he is lost.

I promised victory,—and to youVictory shall indeed be due.But every man who fights in frontMust perish in the battle’s brunt;If that he dares not, let him layHis arms down ere the battle-dayThe flag’s predestined to surrenderThat has a timorous defender;And he that shudders at the cost,Ere he is wounded, he is lost.

I promised victory,—and to you

Victory shall indeed be due.

But every man who fights in front

Must perish in the battle’s brunt;

If that he dares not, let him lay

His arms down ere the battle-day

The flag’s predestined to surrender

That has a timorous defender;

And he that shudders at the cost,

Ere he is wounded, he is lost.

The Multitude.

The Multitude.

The Multitude.

He insolently bids us dieTo serve unborn posterity!

He insolently bids us dieTo serve unborn posterity!

He insolently bids us dieTo serve unborn posterity!

He insolently bids us die

To serve unborn posterity!

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

Through thorny steeps of sacrifice,The way unto our Canaan lies.Triumph through death! I call you all,As Champions of God to fall!

Through thorny steeps of sacrifice,The way unto our Canaan lies.Triumph through death! I call you all,As Champions of God to fall!

Through thorny steeps of sacrifice,The way unto our Canaan lies.Triumph through death! I call you all,As Champions of God to fall!

Through thorny steeps of sacrifice,

The way unto our Canaan lies.

Triumph through death! I call you all,

As Champions of God to fall!

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

Well, we are in a pretty plight!No mercy to expect below——

Well, we are in a pretty plight!No mercy to expect below——

Well, we are in a pretty plight!No mercy to expect below——

Well, we are in a pretty plight!

No mercy to expect below——

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

Nay, we have bade the dale good-night.

Nay, we have bade the dale good-night.

Nay, we have bade the dale good-night.

Nay, we have bade the dale good-night.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

And forward, forward, who will go?

And forward, forward, who will go?

And forward, forward, who will go?

And forward, forward, who will go?

Some.

Some.

Some.

To death with him!

To death with him!

To death with him!

To death with him!

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

’Twere pity, so!We want a general, you know!

’Twere pity, so!We want a general, you know!

’Twere pity, so!We want a general, you know!

’Twere pity, so!

We want a general, you know!

Women.[Pointing in terror downwards.]

Women.[Pointing in terror downwards.]

Women.

[Pointing in terror downwards.]

The Dean! The Dean!

The Dean! The Dean!

The Dean! The Dean!

The Dean! The Dean!

The Schoolmaster.[To the throng.]

The Schoolmaster.[To the throng.]

The Schoolmaster.

[To the throng.]

Nay, never fear!

Nay, never fear!

Nay, never fear!

Nay, never fear!

The Dean.[Comes in, followed by some of those who remained behind.]

The Dean.[Comes in, followed by some of those who remained behind.]

The Dean.

[Comes in, followed by some of those who remained behind.]

O my beloved! O my sheep!To the old shepherd’s voice give ear!

O my beloved! O my sheep!To the old shepherd’s voice give ear!

O my beloved! O my sheep!To the old shepherd’s voice give ear!

O my beloved! O my sheep!

To the old shepherd’s voice give ear!

The Schoolmaster.[To the throng.]

The Schoolmaster.[To the throng.]

The Schoolmaster.

[To the throng.]

A home no more we have below;Better we follow up the steep!

A home no more we have below;Better we follow up the steep!

A home no more we have below;Better we follow up the steep!

A home no more we have below;

Better we follow up the steep!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

That ye could grieve my heart so sore,And pierce me with a wound so deep!

That ye could grieve my heart so sore,And pierce me with a wound so deep!

That ye could grieve my heart so sore,And pierce me with a wound so deep!

That ye could grieve my heart so sore,

And pierce me with a wound so deep!

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

Thou wast their soul’s scourge evermore!

Thou wast their soul’s scourge evermore!

Thou wast their soul’s scourge evermore!

Thou wast their soul’s scourge evermore!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

Don’t heed him! He is stuffing youWith idle promises.

Don’t heed him! He is stuffing youWith idle promises.

Don’t heed him! He is stuffing youWith idle promises.

Don’t heed him! He is stuffing you

With idle promises.

Several.

Several.

Several.

That’s true!

That’s true!

That’s true!

That’s true!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

But we are gracious, and forgiveWhere we true penitence perceive.O, turn your eyes into your heartsAnd mark the diabolic artsWith which he won you to his aid!

But we are gracious, and forgiveWhere we true penitence perceive.O, turn your eyes into your heartsAnd mark the diabolic artsWith which he won you to his aid!

But we are gracious, and forgiveWhere we true penitence perceive.O, turn your eyes into your heartsAnd mark the diabolic artsWith which he won you to his aid!

But we are gracious, and forgive

Where we true penitence perceive.

O, turn your eyes into your hearts

And mark the diabolic arts

With which he won you to his aid!

The Multitude.

The Multitude.

The Multitude.

Ay, sure enough; we were betray’d!

Ay, sure enough; we were betray’d!

Ay, sure enough; we were betray’d!

Ay, sure enough; we were betray’d!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

And then consider; what can ye,A knot of scatter’d dalesmen, do?Are high heroic deeds for you?Can ye give bondsmen liberty?You have your daily task; pursue it!Whatever is beyond, eschew it!What can your prowess brave or baulk?Ye have your humble homes to keep.What would you between eagle and hawk?What would you between wolf and bear?Ye fall but to the strongest’s share.O my beloved! O my sheep!

And then consider; what can ye,A knot of scatter’d dalesmen, do?Are high heroic deeds for you?Can ye give bondsmen liberty?You have your daily task; pursue it!Whatever is beyond, eschew it!What can your prowess brave or baulk?Ye have your humble homes to keep.What would you between eagle and hawk?What would you between wolf and bear?Ye fall but to the strongest’s share.O my beloved! O my sheep!

And then consider; what can ye,A knot of scatter’d dalesmen, do?Are high heroic deeds for you?Can ye give bondsmen liberty?You have your daily task; pursue it!Whatever is beyond, eschew it!What can your prowess brave or baulk?Ye have your humble homes to keep.What would you between eagle and hawk?What would you between wolf and bear?Ye fall but to the strongest’s share.O my beloved! O my sheep!

And then consider; what can ye,

A knot of scatter’d dalesmen, do?

Are high heroic deeds for you?

Can ye give bondsmen liberty?

You have your daily task; pursue it!

Whatever is beyond, eschew it!

What can your prowess brave or baulk?

Ye have your humble homes to keep.

What would you between eagle and hawk?

What would you between wolf and bear?

Ye fall but to the strongest’s share.

O my beloved! O my sheep!

The Multitude.

The Multitude.

The Multitude.

Ay, woe on us,—his words are true!

Ay, woe on us,—his words are true!

Ay, woe on us,—his words are true!

Ay, woe on us,—his words are true!

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

And yet, when from the dale we drew,Upon ourselves we locked the door;We have no home there, as before.

And yet, when from the dale we drew,Upon ourselves we locked the door;We have no home there, as before.

And yet, when from the dale we drew,Upon ourselves we locked the door;We have no home there, as before.

And yet, when from the dale we drew,

Upon ourselves we locked the door;

We have no home there, as before.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

No, he has open’d all our eyes,Laid bare sins, sicknesses, and lies;The sleepy people sleeps no more;And deadly to our waking seemsThe life that satisfied our dreams.

No, he has open’d all our eyes,Laid bare sins, sicknesses, and lies;The sleepy people sleeps no more;And deadly to our waking seemsThe life that satisfied our dreams.

No, he has open’d all our eyes,Laid bare sins, sicknesses, and lies;The sleepy people sleeps no more;And deadly to our waking seemsThe life that satisfied our dreams.

No, he has open’d all our eyes,

Laid bare sins, sicknesses, and lies;

The sleepy people sleeps no more;

And deadly to our waking seems

The life that satisfied our dreams.

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

Ah, trust me, that will soon pass over.All will return to the old state,If you will just be still and wait.These folks, I’ll wage, will soon recoverThe wonted calm they have foregone.

Ah, trust me, that will soon pass over.All will return to the old state,If you will just be still and wait.These folks, I’ll wage, will soon recoverThe wonted calm they have foregone.

Ah, trust me, that will soon pass over.All will return to the old state,If you will just be still and wait.These folks, I’ll wage, will soon recoverThe wonted calm they have foregone.

Ah, trust me, that will soon pass over.

All will return to the old state,

If you will just be still and wait.

These folks, I’ll wage, will soon recover

The wonted calm they have foregone.

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

Choose, men and women!

Choose, men and women!

Choose, men and women!

Choose, men and women!

Some.

Some.

Some.

Home!

Home!

Home!

Home!

Others.

Others.

Others.

Too late!Too late! Along the height press on!

Too late!Too late! Along the height press on!

Too late!Too late! Along the height press on!

Too late!

Too late! Along the height press on!

The Mayor.[Enters in haste.]

The Mayor.[Enters in haste.]

The Mayor.

[Enters in haste.]

O lucky chance I caught youup.up.

O lucky chance I caught youup.up.

O lucky chance I caught youup.up.

O lucky chance I caught youup.up.

Women.

Women.

Women.

Ah, dear kind master, don’t bestern.stern.

Ah, dear kind master, don’t bestern.stern.

Ah, dear kind master, don’t bestern.stern.

Ah, dear kind master, don’t bestern.stern.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

Not now; provided you return!A better day, a brighter seasonDawns for us! If you’ll hark to reason,You’ll all be rich men ere you sup!

Not now; provided you return!A better day, a brighter seasonDawns for us! If you’ll hark to reason,You’ll all be rich men ere you sup!

Not now; provided you return!A better day, a brighter seasonDawns for us! If you’ll hark to reason,You’ll all be rich men ere you sup!

Not now; provided you return!

A better day, a brighter season

Dawns for us! If you’ll hark to reason,

You’ll all be rich men ere you sup!

Several.

Several.

Several.

How so?

How so?

How so?

How so?

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

There is a herring-hordeBy millions swimming in the fjord!

There is a herring-hordeBy millions swimming in the fjord!

There is a herring-hordeBy millions swimming in the fjord!

There is a herring-horde

By millions swimming in the fjord!

The Multitude.

The Multitude.

The Multitude.

What does he say?

What does he say?

What does he say?

What does he say?

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

Set all to rights!Fly from these stormy uplands bare.Till now the herrings swam elsewhere;Now, friends, at last, our barren bightsGood fortune tardily requites.

Set all to rights!Fly from these stormy uplands bare.Till now the herrings swam elsewhere;Now, friends, at last, our barren bightsGood fortune tardily requites.

Set all to rights!Fly from these stormy uplands bare.Till now the herrings swam elsewhere;Now, friends, at last, our barren bightsGood fortune tardily requites.

Set all to rights!

Fly from these stormy uplands bare.

Till now the herrings swam elsewhere;

Now, friends, at last, our barren bights

Good fortune tardily requites.

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

Between God’s summons choose, and his!

Between God’s summons choose, and his!

Between God’s summons choose, and his!

Between God’s summons choose, and his!

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

Consult your own shrewd faculties!

Consult your own shrewd faculties!

Consult your own shrewd faculties!

Consult your own shrewd faculties!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

A Miracle Divine is here!A Providential Token clear!How oft I dreamt that this befell!I took it for a nightmare’s spell;And now its meaning is revealed——

A Miracle Divine is here!A Providential Token clear!How oft I dreamt that this befell!I took it for a nightmare’s spell;And now its meaning is revealed——

A Miracle Divine is here!A Providential Token clear!How oft I dreamt that this befell!I took it for a nightmare’s spell;And now its meaning is revealed——

A Miracle Divine is here!

A Providential Token clear!

How oft I dreamt that this befell!

I took it for a nightmare’s spell;

And now its meaning is revealed——

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

Yourselves you ruin, if you yield!

Yourselves you ruin, if you yield!

Yourselves you ruin, if you yield!

Yourselves you ruin, if you yield!

Many.

Many.

Many.

A herring-horde!

A herring-horde!

A herring-horde!

A herring-horde!

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

By millions told!

By millions told!

By millions told!

By millions told!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

For wife and children, bread and gold!

For wife and children, bread and gold!

For wife and children, bread and gold!

For wife and children, bread and gold!

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

You see, then, this is not an hourTo waste your forces in a fray,And against energies whose powerStrikes in the very Dean dismay.Now ye have other ends in viewThan idly pining for the sky.Heaven, trust me, can your arms defy,And God’s not easy to subdue.Don’t mix yourselves in others’ strife,But gather in the proffer’d fruit,That is a practical pursuit,That does not call for blood and knife;That asks no sacrifice of life,And gives you its good things to boot!

You see, then, this is not an hourTo waste your forces in a fray,And against energies whose powerStrikes in the very Dean dismay.Now ye have other ends in viewThan idly pining for the sky.Heaven, trust me, can your arms defy,And God’s not easy to subdue.Don’t mix yourselves in others’ strife,But gather in the proffer’d fruit,That is a practical pursuit,That does not call for blood and knife;That asks no sacrifice of life,And gives you its good things to boot!

You see, then, this is not an hourTo waste your forces in a fray,And against energies whose powerStrikes in the very Dean dismay.Now ye have other ends in viewThan idly pining for the sky.Heaven, trust me, can your arms defy,And God’s not easy to subdue.Don’t mix yourselves in others’ strife,But gather in the proffer’d fruit,That is a practical pursuit,That does not call for blood and knife;That asks no sacrifice of life,And gives you its good things to boot!

You see, then, this is not an hour

To waste your forces in a fray,

And against energies whose power

Strikes in the very Dean dismay.

Now ye have other ends in view

Than idly pining for the sky.

Heaven, trust me, can your arms defy,

And God’s not easy to subdue.

Don’t mix yourselves in others’ strife,

But gather in the proffer’d fruit,

That is a practical pursuit,

That does not call for blood and knife;

That asks no sacrifice of life,

And gives you its good things to boot!

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

Just sacrifice is His demand,—Flame-writ in Heaven by His hand!

Just sacrifice is His demand,—Flame-writ in Heaven by His hand!

Just sacrifice is His demand,—Flame-writ in Heaven by His hand!

Just sacrifice is His demand,—

Flame-writ in Heaven by His hand!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

Ah, if you feel a call that way,Just come to me next Sunday, say,And on my word I’ll——

Ah, if you feel a call that way,Just come to me next Sunday, say,And on my word I’ll——

Ah, if you feel a call that way,Just come to me next Sunday, say,And on my word I’ll——

Ah, if you feel a call that way,

Just come to me next Sunday, say,

And on my word I’ll——

The Mayor.[Interrupting.]

The Mayor.[Interrupting.]

The Mayor.

[Interrupting.]

Yes, yes, yes!

Yes, yes, yes!

Yes, yes, yes!

Yes, yes, yes!

The Sexton.[Aside to theDean.]

The Sexton.[Aside to theDean.]

The Sexton.

[Aside to theDean.]

Shall I be suffer’d keep my place?

Shall I be suffer’d keep my place?

Shall I be suffer’d keep my place?

Shall I be suffer’d keep my place?

The Schoolmaster.[Similarly.]

The Schoolmaster.[Similarly.]

The Schoolmaster.

[Similarly.]

Shall I be forced to leave my school?

Shall I be forced to leave my school?

Shall I be forced to leave my school?

Shall I be forced to leave my school?

The Dean.[Aside to them.]

The Dean.[Aside to them.]

The Dean.

[Aside to them.]

If these stiff necks you overruleWe will deal mildly with your case.

If these stiff necks you overruleWe will deal mildly with your case.

If these stiff necks you overruleWe will deal mildly with your case.

If these stiff necks you overrule

We will deal mildly with your case.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

Away—away with you! time flies!

Away—away with you! time flies!

Away—away with you! time flies!

Away—away with you! time flies!

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

To boat, to boat, whoever’s wise!

To boat, to boat, whoever’s wise!

To boat, to boat, whoever’s wise!

To boat, to boat, whoever’s wise!

Some.

Some.

Some.

Ay, but the priest?——

Ay, but the priest?——

Ay, but the priest?——

Ay, but the priest?——

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

O, leave the fool!

O, leave the fool!

O, leave the fool!

O, leave the fool!

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

Here speaks the Lord as clearly, look,As in an open printed book!

Here speaks the Lord as clearly, look,As in an open printed book!

Here speaks the Lord as clearly, look,As in an open printed book!

Here speaks the Lord as clearly, look,

As in an open printed book!

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

Leave him; that’s law and justice too;With babbling tales he flouted you.

Leave him; that’s law and justice too;With babbling tales he flouted you.

Leave him; that’s law and justice too;With babbling tales he flouted you.

Leave him; that’s law and justice too;

With babbling tales he flouted you.

Several.

Several.

Several.

He lied to us!

He lied to us!

He lied to us!

He lied to us!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

His creed’s accursed;And think, he never got a First!

His creed’s accursed;And think, he never got a First!

His creed’s accursed;And think, he never got a First!

His creed’s accursed;

And think, he never got a First!

Some.

Some.

Some.

Never gotwhat?

Never gotwhat?

Never gotwhat?

Never gotwhat?

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

A grain of sense.

A grain of sense.

A grain of sense.

A grain of sense.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

Nay, of that we have evidence!

Nay, of that we have evidence!

Nay, of that we have evidence!

Nay, of that we have evidence!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

Vainly his mother’s dying breathFor the last sacrament made suit!

Vainly his mother’s dying breathFor the last sacrament made suit!

Vainly his mother’s dying breathFor the last sacrament made suit!

Vainly his mother’s dying breath

For the last sacrament made suit!

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

His child he almost did to death!

His child he almost did to death!

His child he almost did to death!

His child he almost did to death!

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

His wife as well!

His wife as well!

His wife as well!

His wife as well!

Women.

Women.

Women.

O heartless brute!

O heartless brute!

O heartless brute!

O heartless brute!

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

Bad spouse, bad father, and bad son,—Worse Christian surely there is none!

Bad spouse, bad father, and bad son,—Worse Christian surely there is none!

Bad spouse, bad father, and bad son,—Worse Christian surely there is none!

Bad spouse, bad father, and bad son,—

Worse Christian surely there is none!

Many Voices.

Many Voices.

Many Voices.

Our ancient Church he overthrew!

Our ancient Church he overthrew!

Our ancient Church he overthrew!

Our ancient Church he overthrew!

Others.

Others.

Others.

And shot the bolt upon the new!

And shot the bolt upon the new!

And shot the bolt upon the new!

And shot the bolt upon the new!

Others again.

Others again.

Others again.

He wreck’d us in a roaring stream!

He wreck’d us in a roaring stream!

He wreck’d us in a roaring stream!

He wreck’d us in a roaring stream!

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

He pilfer’d my Asylum-scheme!

He pilfer’d my Asylum-scheme!

He pilfer’d my Asylum-scheme!

He pilfer’d my Asylum-scheme!

Brand.

Brand.

Brand.

On every branded brow I seeThis generation’s destiny.

On every branded brow I seeThis generation’s destiny.

On every branded brow I seeThis generation’s destiny.

On every branded brow I see

This generation’s destiny.

The Whole Throng.[Roaring.]

The Whole Throng.[Roaring.]

The Whole Throng.

[Roaring.]

Hoo, never heed him! Stone and knife!Send the fiend flying for his life!

Hoo, never heed him! Stone and knife!Send the fiend flying for his life!

Hoo, never heed him! Stone and knife!Send the fiend flying for his life!

Hoo, never heed him! Stone and knife!

Send the fiend flying for his life!

[Brandis driven with stones out into the wild. His pursuers then return.

[Brandis driven with stones out into the wild. His pursuers then return.

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

O my beloved! O my sheep!Back to your homes and hearths once more;Your eyes in true repentance steep,And see what blessings are in store.God in His mercy is so good,He asketh not the guiltless blood;—And our authorities as wellAre singularly placable;Mayor, magistrate, and sheriff too,Will not be over hard on you;And for myself, that large humanityThat marks our modern ChristianityIs mine; your rulers will descendAnd dwell with you, as friend with friend.

O my beloved! O my sheep!Back to your homes and hearths once more;Your eyes in true repentance steep,And see what blessings are in store.God in His mercy is so good,He asketh not the guiltless blood;—And our authorities as wellAre singularly placable;Mayor, magistrate, and sheriff too,Will not be over hard on you;And for myself, that large humanityThat marks our modern ChristianityIs mine; your rulers will descendAnd dwell with you, as friend with friend.

O my beloved! O my sheep!Back to your homes and hearths once more;Your eyes in true repentance steep,And see what blessings are in store.God in His mercy is so good,He asketh not the guiltless blood;—And our authorities as wellAre singularly placable;Mayor, magistrate, and sheriff too,Will not be over hard on you;And for myself, that large humanityThat marks our modern ChristianityIs mine; your rulers will descendAnd dwell with you, as friend with friend.

O my beloved! O my sheep!

Back to your homes and hearths once more;

Your eyes in true repentance steep,

And see what blessings are in store.

God in His mercy is so good,

He asketh not the guiltless blood;—

And our authorities as well

Are singularly placable;

Mayor, magistrate, and sheriff too,

Will not be over hard on you;

And for myself, that large humanity

That marks our modern Christianity

Is mine; your rulers will descend

And dwell with you, as friend with friend.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

But should abuses be detected,They must, past question, be corrected.When we’ve a little time to move,I’ll have appointed a commission,To seek how best we may improveYour intellectual condition.Some clergymen it should includeSuch as the Dean and I think good,—And furthermore, if you prefer,The Sexton and the Schoolmaster,With others of a humbler sort,—You’ll all be satisfied, in short.

But should abuses be detected,They must, past question, be corrected.When we’ve a little time to move,I’ll have appointed a commission,To seek how best we may improveYour intellectual condition.Some clergymen it should includeSuch as the Dean and I think good,—And furthermore, if you prefer,The Sexton and the Schoolmaster,With others of a humbler sort,—You’ll all be satisfied, in short.

But should abuses be detected,They must, past question, be corrected.When we’ve a little time to move,I’ll have appointed a commission,To seek how best we may improveYour intellectual condition.Some clergymen it should includeSuch as the Dean and I think good,—And furthermore, if you prefer,The Sexton and the Schoolmaster,With others of a humbler sort,—You’ll all be satisfied, in short.

But should abuses be detected,

They must, past question, be corrected.

When we’ve a little time to move,

I’ll have appointed a commission,

To seek how best we may improve

Your intellectual condition.

Some clergymen it should include

Such as the Dean and I think good,—

And furthermore, if you prefer,

The Sexton and the Schoolmaster,

With others of a humbler sort,—

You’ll all be satisfied, in short.

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

Yes, we’ll relieve your burdens all,As ye this day have brought reliefTo your old shepherd in his grief.Let each find comfort in the thoughtThat here a miracle was wrought.Farewell! Good fortune to your haul!

Yes, we’ll relieve your burdens all,As ye this day have brought reliefTo your old shepherd in his grief.Let each find comfort in the thoughtThat here a miracle was wrought.Farewell! Good fortune to your haul!

Yes, we’ll relieve your burdens all,As ye this day have brought reliefTo your old shepherd in his grief.Let each find comfort in the thoughtThat here a miracle was wrought.Farewell! Good fortune to your haul!

Yes, we’ll relieve your burdens all,

As ye this day have brought relief

To your old shepherd in his grief.

Let each find comfort in the thought

That here a miracle was wrought.

Farewell! Good fortune to your haul!

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

Ah, there’s true charity, if you will!

Ah, there’s true charity, if you will!

Ah, there’s true charity, if you will!

Ah, there’s true charity, if you will!

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

So meek and unassuming still.

So meek and unassuming still.

So meek and unassuming still.

So meek and unassuming still.

Women.

Women.

Women.

So kindly, and so nice!

So kindly, and so nice!

So kindly, and so nice!

So kindly, and so nice!

Other Women.

Other Women.

Other Women.

And thenSuch condescending gentlemen!

And thenSuch condescending gentlemen!

And thenSuch condescending gentlemen!

And then

Such condescending gentlemen!

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

The Sexton.

Theydon’t demand the martyr’s throe.

Theydon’t demand the martyr’s throe.

Theydon’t demand the martyr’s throe.

Theydon’t demand the martyr’s throe.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Schoolmaster.

The Lord’s Prayer is not all they know.

The Lord’s Prayer is not all they know.

The Lord’s Prayer is not all they know.

The Lord’s Prayer is not all they know.

[The throng passes on downwards.

The Dean.[To theMayor.]

The Dean.[To theMayor.]

The Dean.

[To theMayor.]

Ah, that has taken. It is plainA great revulsion is in train;For, by God’s blessed benefaction,There is a thing men call Reaction.

Ah, that has taken. It is plainA great revulsion is in train;For, by God’s blessed benefaction,There is a thing men call Reaction.

Ah, that has taken. It is plainA great revulsion is in train;For, by God’s blessed benefaction,There is a thing men call Reaction.

Ah, that has taken. It is plain

A great revulsion is in train;

For, by God’s blessed benefaction,

There is a thing men call Reaction.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

’Twas my achievement, to controlThe infant riot ere it grew.

’Twas my achievement, to controlThe infant riot ere it grew.

’Twas my achievement, to controlThe infant riot ere it grew.

’Twas my achievement, to control

The infant riot ere it grew.

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

Ah, to the miracle most was due.

Ah, to the miracle most was due.

Ah, to the miracle most was due.

Ah, to the miracle most was due.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

What miracle?

What miracle?

What miracle?

What miracle?

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

The herring-shoal.

The herring-shoal.

The herring-shoal.

The herring-shoal.

The Mayor.[Whistling.]

The Mayor.[Whistling.]

The Mayor.

[Whistling.]

That was, I need not say, a lie.

That was, I need not say, a lie.

That was, I need not say, a lie.

That was, I need not say, a lie.

The Dean.

The Dean.

The Dean.

Really, a lie?

Really, a lie?

Really, a lie?

Really, a lie?

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

The Mayor.

I just let looseAt the first fancy that came by;Is it a sin such means to useIn such a cause?

I just let looseAt the first fancy that came by;Is it a sin such means to useIn such a cause?

I just let looseAt the first fancy that came by;Is it a sin such means to useIn such a cause?

I just let loose

At the first fancy that came by;

Is it a sin such means to use

In such a cause?


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