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THE DANCE TO DEATH.
He was set upon by ruffians — kidnapped — killed.
What do I know— hid till our min 's wrought.
[Ldsbhaid swoons,
CLAIRE.
Hush, foolish boy. See how your rude words hurt.
Look up, sweet girl ; take comfort. ,
REUBEN.
Pluck up heart :
Dear sister, pardon me ; he lives, he lives !
LIEBHAID.
Grod help me I Shall my heart crack for love's loss
That meekly bears my people's martyrdom ?
He lives — I feel it — to live or die with me.
I love him as my soul — no more of that.
I am all Israel's now — till this cloud pass,
I have no thought, no passion, no desire,
Save for my people.
Enter SÜSSKIND.
SÜSSKIND.
Blessed art thou, my child !
This is the darkest hour before the dawn.
Thou art the momingnstar of Israel.
