That is my Andrew's blood, and your Robert spilled it. And you sent your Möller 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. SCENE VI ANDREW, _still without_. STEIN, FORESTER, PASTOR. ANDREW (_outside, in a low voice_). Father-- PASTOR. Who calls? STEIN. Is not that Andrew's voice? FORESTER (_continuing_). Here it is written: "Ye shall have one manner of law." And the law has judged you. "And he that killeth any man he--" ANDREW. Father! FORESTER (_trembling, staring at the door, with smothered voice, mechanically_). "He--he--shall--surely--be--put to death"-- _Enter_ ANDREW. 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. ANDREW. Father! 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? FORESTER. _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! PASTOR. He is demented! STEIN. Andrew, my Robert-- ANDREW. You have my muffler which Lindenschmied stole from me before he killed Godfrey? STEIN. Lindenschmied killed Godfrey? And my Robert-- ANDREW. Robert was pursuing him. He compelled Robert to shoot him. FORESTER. He? He had your gun? ANDREW. Stolen it with my muffler. FORESTER. And Robert did-- ANDREW. Lindenschmied was not mortally wounded. I had his wound dressed in the mill, and had him removed before the magistrate-- FORESTER (_gradually collapsing_). I am in the wrong! [_Sinks down upon a chair_.] ANDREW. That is the reason why I am so late. FORESTER (_rises; goes to_ STEIN _with his gun in his hand_). Stein, do to me according to my desert. STEIN. What do you mean? FORESTER. "Eye for eye, tooth for tooth"-- STEIN (_looking at the_ PASTOR). What does he mean by that again? FORESTER. Weiler thought that Lindenschmied with the gun was my Andrew. Your Robert wounded Lindenschmied, and I--killed your Robert for this! PASTOR. Almighty God! ANDREW (_at the same time_). Robert! FORESTER (_almost simultaneously_). Shoot me! STEIN (_has seized the gun_). You murderer! [_The_ PASTOR _arrests his arm_.] ANDREW. You shot Robert, father? Robert lives! STEIN. He lives? PASTOR. He lives? FORESTER. He lives? ANDREW. He lives, as surely as I live! FORESTER. It was only a dream? Can it be that I am not a murderer? That I am an honorable man? PASTOR. That you are, Ulrich. Drive away that unfortunate delusion. STEIN. Man alive, to what might you have provoked me! [_Puts away the gun_.] FORESTER. You saw him? When did you see him, Andrew? Now, Andrew? Just now, Andrew? ANDREW.