The broad and beaten track you tread.
The Peasant.
God grant it were but as he said,
And I’d sit snug at home to-night.
[He and his Son retire eastwards.
Brand.
[Reappears higher up, and listens in the direction in which the Peasant went.]
Homeward they grovel! Thou dull thrall,
If but thy feeble flesh were all,
If any spark of living will