Farewell! I’ve held you up a glass;
Use it and sigh: “Alas, alas,
Is this a Titan’s portraiture?”
[Goes.
Brand.
Gazing a while before him: then bursts out.]
Before—or now,—when did I stray?
Agnes comes out with a cloak over her shoulders and the child in her arms; Brand does not see her; she is about to speak, but stands petrified with terror at the look in his face. At the same moment A Man comes in hastily through the garden-gate. The sun is setting.
The Man.
Hark, priest, you have a foe!