The FORESTER, lost in thought, alone. Then STEIN and the PASTOR, at first only heard behind the scenes.
STEIN (still outside).
FORESTER (awaking, mechanically).
STEIN (as above).
Do you hear?
FORESTER (the connection of the events suddenly flashes upon him).
It did happen!
[Makes a movement as if to seize his gun; but controls himself.]
No! Not an iota more than my right!
STEIN (entering, the PASTOR behind him).
Where is your Andrew, Ulrich?
What do you want with my Andrew?
To demand my Robert from him.
Your Robert?—From my Andrew?—Look here!
[Shows the muffler.]
For Heaven’s sake!—There is blood on the muffler!
What is that?
That is my Andrew’s blood, and your Robert spilled it. And you sent your Moeller for the soldiers! And you made me a scoundrel before the world—with your two kinds of right—so that you may twist it as you like! But here—[striking his breast] there still is a right! That neither you nor your lawyers can twist.
ANDREW, still without. STEIN, FORESTER, PASTOR.
ANDREW (outside, in a low voice).
Is not that Andrew’s voice?
Here it is written: “Ye shall have one manner of law.” And the law has judged you. “And he that killeth any man he—”
FORESTER (trembling, staring at the door, with smothered voice, mechanically).
“He—he—shall—surely—be—put to death”—
STEIN (going toward him).
God be thanked! Andrew, you live!
FORESTER (makes a great effort).
It is not true. He is dead. He must be dead.
FORESTER (stretching out his hand, as if warding him off).
Who are you?
ANDREW (more and more alarmed).
Do you not know your Andrew any more?
My Andrew is dead. If you lie slain in the Dell—then you shall be my Andrew—then everything is well—then we will rejoice—then we will sing: Lord God, we praise Thee!
He is demented!
Andrew, my Robert—
You have my muffler which Lindenschmied stole from
me before he killed