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94 Father, my heart's desire is one with his.

Is this the will of God ? Amen ! My children, Be patient with me, I am full of trouble. For you, heroic Prince, could aught enhance Tour love's incomparable nobility, 'T were the foreboding horror of this hour. Wherein you dare flash forth its lightning-sword. Tou reckon not, in the hot, splendid moment Of great resolve, the cold insidious breath Wherewith the outer world shall blast and freeze — But hark ! I own a mystic amulet. Which you delivering to your gracious father. Shall calm his rage withal, and change his scorn Of the Jew's daughter into pure affection. I will go fetch it — though I drain my heart Of its red blood, to yield this sacrifice. [Exit SUSSKIND. Have you no smile to welcome love with, liebhaid? Why should you tremble ? Prince, I am afraid ! Afraid of my own heart, my anf athomed joy,