MÖLLER.
Well, come along, men. You have heard it.
[While going out.]
Good heavens! How will it all end?
[The men have lifted up the corpse; exeunt with MÖLLER.]
SCENE VII
ROBERT, alone; then ANDREW; finally LINDENSCHMIED.
ROBERT.
Disgraceful! Disgraceful! Could it be possible that Andrew was capable of this kind of revenge? And I must believe it—I must! The dying man said it; he had threatened him with it—it was his gun—and all this is real—here the murdered man died—here is—with his blood he wrote it in the turf, so that I can have no doubt. And such men stand between me and my happiness? Take a firm stand, Robert; here everything is at stake. You are dealing with men who are afraid of no crime. Who comes there? It is Andrew himself. [Shouting to ANDREW, who is not yet visible.] Come on! If you are looking for me, murderer! You shall not find me defenseless and unwary as Godfrey—
ANDREW (entering, pale and tottering).