One thing follows another, misfortune is heaped on misfortune, and on whom do the curses of the starving people fall?
On me, me, me alone." "You are acting with the Prince's commissioner." Peter smiled bitterly, saying: "He took to his bed yesterday.

Bontius says it is the plague.

I, I alone bear everything." "We bear it with you," cried Maria.

"First poverty, then hunger, as we promised." "Better than that.

The last grain was baked today.