[_Points out at the window._] You have
your good things in this world--I'll have mine in the next. That's been
my thought. An' I'm that certain of it--I'd let myself be torn to pieces.
Have we not His promise? There's a Day of Judgment comin'; but it's not
us as are the judges--no: Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.
[_A cry of_ "Weavers, come out!" _is heard outside the window._
OLD HILSE
Do what you will for me. [_He seats himself at his loom._] I stay here.
GOTTLIEB
[_After a short struggle._] I'm going to work too--come what may.
[_Goes out._
[_The Weavers' Song is heard, sung by hundreds of voices quite close
at hand; it sounds like a dull, monotonous wail._
INMATES OF THE HOUSE
[_In the entry-room._] "Oh, mercy on us! there they come swarmin' like
ants!"--"Where can all these weavers be from?"--"Don't shove like that, I
want to see too."--"Look at that great maypole of a woman leadin' on in
front!"--"Gracious! they're comin' thicker an' thicker."
HORNIG
[_Comes into the entry-room from outside._] There's a theayter play for
you now! That's what you don't see every day. But you should go up to the
other Dittrich's an' look what they've done there.
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