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Fatiher, you called me ?

Ay, when were you last In Nordhausen ?

This morning I rode hence.

Were you at Susskind's house ?

I was, my liege. I hear you entertain unseemly love For the Jew's daughter. Who has told thee this ? This I have told him.

Father, believe him not. I swear by heaven *tis no unseemly love Leads me to Susskind's house.