[The multitude, including the Sexton and Schoolmaster, throng around him. Brand is lifted on to their shoulders.
Many Voices.
’Tis a great Time! Visions fair
Dazzle through the noontide glare.
[The great mass of the assemblage streams away up the valley; a few remain.
The Dean.
[To the departing crowd.]
O, ye blinded ones, what would you?
Lo! behind his seeming sooth
Satan scheming to delude you!