A priest I must catch, if it be with the tongs.
[He starts running.
SCENE TENTH.
A heather-clad hillside with a path following the windings of the ridge.
Peer.
This may come in useful in many ways,
Said Esben as he picked up a magpie’s wing.
Who could have thought one’s account of sins
Would come to one’s aid on the last night of all?
Well, whether or no, it’s a ticklish business;