IOSAGAN. Kiss it. _He kisses the hem of His coat._

MATTHIAS. Shall I see You again, Iosagan?

IOSAGAN. You will.

MATTHIAS. When?

IOSAGAN. To-night.

_Iosagan goes. The old man stands on the door-flag looking after Him._

MATTHIAS. I will see Him to-night.

_The people pass along the road, returning from Mass._

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