The Baptized. Here lies your way: this is the entrance to the Pass.
The Man. Hail! Christ Jesus and my sword! (He tears off the liberty cap, throws it upon the ground, and casts pieces of silver upon it.) Take together the Thing and the Image for a remembrance!
The Baptized. You pledge your word to me for the honorable treatment of him who will visit you at midnight?
The Man. An old noble never repeats or breaks a promise!
Hail! Christ Jesus and our swords!
Voices (from the depths of the Pass). Mary and our swords! Long live our lord, Count Henry!
The Man. My faithful followers, to me—to me!
Aid me, Mary, and Christ Jesus!
Night. Trees and shrubbery. Pancratius, Leonard, and attendants.