Carpenter. She was some stay to us.       

         Soest. Her departure was sudden and secret. She could not agree with the duke; she has sent word to the nobles that she intends to return. No one believes it, however.       

         Carpenter. God pardon the nobles for letting this new yoke be laid upon our necks. They might have prevented it. Our privileges are gone.       

         Jetter. For Heaven's sake not a word about privileges. I already scent an execution; the sun will not come forth; the fogs are rank.       

         Soest. Orange, too, is gone.       

         Carpenter. Then are we quite deserted!       

         Soest, Count Egmont is still here.       

         Jetter. God be thanked! Strengthen him, all ye saints, to do his utmost; he is the only one who can help us.       

         [Enter Vansen.       

         Vansen. Have I at length found a few brave citizens who have not crept out of sight?       

         Jetter. Do us the favour to pass on.       

         Vansen. You are not civil.       

         Jetter. This is no time for compliments. Does your back itch again? are your wounds already healed?       

         Vansen. Ask a soldier about his wounds? Had I cared for blows, nothing good would have come of me.       

         Jetter. Matters may grow more serious.       

         Vansen. You feel from the gathering storm a pitiful weakness in your limbs, it seems.       

         Carpenter. Your limbs will soon be in motion elsewhere, if you do not keep quiet.       

         Vansen. Poor mice! The master of the house procures a new cat, and ye are straight in despair! 

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