PRIOR.
Nanght, nanght, -as yet.
Sweet Prince, be calm; you leap like flax to flame.
You nest within your heart a cockatrice,
Pluck it from out your boROm and breathe pure
Of the filthy egg- The Landgrave brooks no more
The abomination that infecta his town.
The Jewa of Nordhausen are doomed.
PRINCE WILLIAM
Alack
Who and how many of that harmless tribe,
Those meek and pious men, have been elected
To glnt with innocent blood the oppressor's wrath ?
PRIOR
Who ahould go free where eqoal guilt is Bhared?
Froderick is just-they perish all at onca,
Generous moreover-for in their mode of death
He grants them choice.
PRINCE WILLIAM
My father had not lost
The human Bemblance when I saw him last.
Nor can be be divorced in thia ahort space
From his shrewd wit. How shall he make provision
