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THE DANCE TO DEATH,
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SUSSKIND.
Courage, brother,
Our fate is sealed. These tigers are athirst
Return we to our people to proclaim
The gracious sentence of the noble court
Let us go thank the Lord who made us those
To suffer, not to do, this deed. Be strong.
So ! lean on me — we have little time to lose.
[Exeunt
ACT. V.
SCENE I.
A Room in Susskind's House, Liebhaid, Claire, Reuben.
LIEBHARD
.
The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.
Look forth, Claire ; moves not some big thundercloud
Athwart the sky ? My heart is sick.
CLAIRE.
Nay, Liebhaid.
The clear May sun is shining, and the air
Blows fresh and cordial from the budding lulls.
LIEBHAID.
Reuben, what is 't o'clock. Our father stays.
The midday meal was cold an hour agone.
