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The Sunken Bell ill
Heinrich spreads his wings. Inspired by the
divine fire of Rautendelein, he all but reaches the
pinnacle. But there is the Vicar, ready to wrestle
with the devil for a poor human soul; to buy it
free, if need be, to drag it back to its cage that it
may never rise again in rebellion to the will of
God.
The Vicar.
You shun the church, take refuge in the mountains;
This many a month you have not seen the home
Where your poor wife sits sighing, while, each day,
Your children drink their lonely mother s tears!
For this there is no name but madness,
And wicked madness. Yes. I speak the truth.
Here stand I, Master, overcome with horror
At the relentless cruelty of your heart.
Now Satan, aping God, hath dealt a blow
Yes, I must speak my mind a blow so dread
That even he must marvel at his triumph.
. . . Now I have done.
Too deep, yea to the neck, you are sunk in sin!
Your Hell, decked out in beauty as high Heaven,
Shall hold you fast. I will not waste more words.
Yet mark this, Master: witches make good fuel,
Even as heretics, for funeral-pyres.
. . . Your ill deeds,
Heathen, and secret once, are now laid bare.
Horror they wake, and soon there shall come hate.
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