Go on! I’ll follow. You’re in feather,
You can act freely, work and sway.—
Brand, we will build the Church together.
Brand.
What, you are willing to give way?
The Mayor.
Dear God’s my witness, that I am!
And shall be while my wits are sound!
When one would fatten, pamper, cram,—
Another milk and shear and flay,—