Which, day by day, draws nearer to its heaven!
Aga. (looking off). See, see, the soldiers!
[All look off.
Bess.Marry, how they march!
I love a soldier?
Aga. (sighing). I love several!
Enter the Soldiers, led by Friedrich, and accompanied by Men and Girls. They halt in line, in front of cathedral, at Friedrich’s word.
Aga. There’s Karl!
Bar.And Otto!
Bess.Max!