This page needs to be proofread.
The Woman.
So! I see there's nothing more.
I'll clear out without delay,
Dress my baby at the door—
Then with all my pack away! [Goes.
Agnes.
[In violent inner conflict; at length asks.]
Is it reason, Brand, to lay Further bidding on me? Brand. Say, Didst thou with a glad heart go To thy task of giving? Agnes. No. Brand. Then thy gift is vainly will'd And His bidding unfulfill'd. [Going.
Agnes.
[Remains silent until he is near the door, then calls.]
Brand!
Brand.
What wilt thou?
Agnes.
I have lied—
See, I'm humbled, I am grieved.
Never knew'st thou nor believed,
Anything was left beside.
