Iwein.
Who art thou that insults us thus?
10th Leper.
Thou! Hold thy tongue, else will Iwein give thee
So sound a drubbing that thou shalt fall dead
Upon the ground!
8th Leper.
Iwein is strong!—He was
A mighty Lord!
Str. Leper.
Will ye not go?
1st Leper.
Hark, thou,
This woman here is ours.
Redhaired Leper (thrusting a stick into Iwein's hand).
Go, knock him down!
7th Leper.
Come on!
[The Strange Leper snatches the club from
the feeble leper so that he falls, knocks
Iwein to the ground, and leaps into the
crowd dealing fierce blows right and left.
In his left hand he holds a sword which
he does not use. In the following scene,
also, the lepers' voices are hushed from
fear and surprise.]
Str. Leper.
There lies Iwein! Be off, ye dogs!
Old Leper.
Ai! oh!