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THE DANCE TO DEATH.
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Visibly out of heaven. A thick doud
Befogs the future. But jtist here is light,

Enter a servant ushering in Prince William

SERVANT.

His highness Prince o( Meissen.
Welcome, Prince !
God blesB thy goiug forth and coming in !
Sit at oar table and accept the cup
Of welcome which my daughter fills.

[Liebhard offers him mine.

PRINCE WILLIAM {drinking).

To tliee !
[All lake their seals at the table.
I heard disqnieting newe as I came hither.
The apparition in the Syn^ogue,
The miracle of the message and the death.
Süsskind von Orb, what think'st thou of these things?

SÜSSKIND

I think, sir, we are in the hand of God,
I trust the Prince — your father and my friend.

PRINCE WILLIAM.

Trust no man ! flee ! I have not come to-night
To little purpose. Your arch enemy,
The Governor of Salza, Henry Schnetzen,
Has won my father's ear. Since yester eve