ANSELM
You are too late.
PIPER
Bid her—look out!
ANSELM [solemnly] Her soul is passing, now.
[The PIPER falls back stricken and speechless.—The crowd, seeing him humanly overwhelmed, grows brave.
MARTIN'S WIFE
'Tis he has done it!
HANS the Butcher
—Nay, it is God's will.
Poor soul!
PETER the Sacristan
[fearfully]
Don't anger him! 'T was Kurt the Syndic
With his bad bargain.
AXEL the Smith
Do not cross the Piper!
MARTIN
Nay, but he's spent. He's nought to fear.—
Look there.
Mark how he breathes! Upon him! Help, help, ho!—
Thou piping knave!
OTHERS
Tie—chain him!—Kill him!—Kill him!
[They surround him. He thrusts them off.]