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Rh Visibly out of heaven. A thick doud Befogs the future. But jtist here is light,

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.

{{c|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?

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

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