FORESTER.
My Andrew is dead. If you lie slain in the Dell—then you shall be my Andrew—then everything is well—then we will rejoice—then we will sing: Lord God, we praise Thee!
PASTOR.
He is demented!
STEIN.
Andrew, my Robert—
ANDREW.
You have my muffler which Lindenschmied stole from me before he killed
Godfrey?
STEIN.
Lindenschmied killed Godfrey? And my Robert—