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THE DANCE TO DEATH,
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[Meanwhile, some of the men surround and raise from the ground the body of Rabbi Cbesselin. Several voices speaking at once.

1ST VOICE.

He 's doomed.

2d voice.

Dead! Dead!

3d voice.

A judgment !

4th voice.

Make way there ! Air ! Cany him forth ! He 's warm !

3d voice.

Nay, his heart 's stopped — his breath has ceased — quite dead.

5th voice.

Didst mark a diamond lance flash from the roof,
And strike him 'twixt the eyes ?

1ST VOICE.

Our days are numbered.
This is the token.