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THE DANCE TO DEATH.
SUSSKIND (cm heptuses the platform).
Woe to the father
Who morders his own child !
SCHNETZEN.
I am avenged,
Stisskind von Orb ! Blood for blood, fire for fire,
And death for death !
[Exeunt Su8SKiin>, Liebhaid, etc.
Enter Jewish youths and maidens,
YOUTHS {in chorus).
Let us rejoice, for it is promised us
That we shall enter in God's tabernacle !
MAIDENS.
Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Zion,
Within thy portals, O Jerusalem ! [Exeunt.
citizen's wife.
I can see naught from here. Let 's follow, Hans.
CITIZEN.
Be satisfied. There is no inch of space
For foot to rest on yonder. Look ! look there !
How the flames rise !
BOY.
O father, I can see !
They all are dancing in the crimson blaze.
