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- Comes he now, Boyg?
THE VOICE
- Ay, step by step.
BIRD-CRIES
- All our sisters far off! Gather here to the tryst!
PEER
- If you'd save me now, lass, you must do it quick!
- Gaze not adown so, lowly and bending.-
- Your clasp-book! Hurl it straight into his eyes!
BIRD-CRIES
- He totters!
THE VOICE
- We have him.
BIRD-CRIES
- Sisters! Make haste!
PEER
- Too dear the purchase one pays for life
- in such a heart-wasting hour of strife.
- [Sinks down.]
BIRD-CRIES
- Boyg, there he's fallen! Seize him! Seize him!
- [A sound of bells and of psalm-singing is heard far away.]
THE BOYG [shrinks up to nothing, and says in a gasp:]
- He was too strong. There were women behind him.
