Canzler— No, Hartzel;
'Tis not enough with them that we are men;
We must be Christians.
Wiglaf— That's it.
Canzler— We must pray
The prayers the priests pray. We must go to church,
Chant when they chant and what they chant and be
Clay, as it were, upon their potter's-wheel.
'Tis not enough the great All-father wrought
Us in his image; not enough to live
The honest life of man. We must submit
To be remolded to whatever shape
The potter-priest may give us. So we bear
His stamp and pray his prayers and wear the name
Christian—
Fritz— Then you can steal or—
Canzler— No, Hartzel;
Mass counts with them much more than manhood does.
Wiglaf—Canzler's just right. Who ever heard of them
Injuring a man because his life was bad,
If his Faith was good?
(Hartzel puts his hand to his ear and looks at Fritz.)
Fritz— Who ever heard of them
Injuring a man because his life was bad,
If his Faith was good? (Wiglaf listens to the bird.)
Hartzel— I don't doubt that some would. (Canzler touches him.)
Wiglaf—The birds are free to sing Val-father's songs.
Wiglaf must sing the songs men bid him sing
Or have his tongue pulled out.