The large passage, or
entry-room of the house, is paved with stone, has damaged plaster,
and a tumble-down wooden stair-case leading to the attics; a
washing-tub on a stool is partly visible; linen of the most miserable
description and poor household utensils lie about untidily. The light
falls from the left into all three apartments._
_OLD HILSE is a bearded man of strong build, but bent and wasted with
age, toil, sickness, and hardship. He is an old soldier, and has lost
an arm. His nose is sharp, his complexion ashen-grey, and he shakes;
he is nothing but skin and bone, and has the deep-set, sore weaver's
eyes._
OLD HILSE
[_Stands up, as do his son and daughter-in-law; prays._] O Lord, we know
not how to be thankful enough to Thee, for that Thou hast spared us this
night again in Thy goodness ... an' hast had pity on us ... an' hast
suffered us to take no harm. Thou art the All-merciful, an' we are poor,
sinful children of men--that bad that we are not worthy to be trampled
under Thy feet. Yet Thou art our loving Father, an' Thou will look upon
us an' accept us for the sake of Thy dear Son, our Lord and Saviour Jesus
Christ.
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