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116 And how he bled and anguished ; at the tale She wept for pity. If her love be true She will adore her lover's God, embrace The faith that marries you in life and death. This promise with the Landgrave would prevail More than all sobs and pleadings. Save her, save her ! If any promise, vow, or oath can serve. Oh trusting, tranquil Susskind, who estopped Tour ears forewarned, bandaged your visioned eyes. To woo destruction ! Stay ! did he not speak Of amulet or talisman ? These horrors Have crowded out my wits. Yea, the gold casket ! What fixed serenity beamed from his brow. Laying the precious box within my hands ! [He brings from the shelf the casket, and hands it to the Prior, Deliver this unto the Prince my father. Nor lose one vital moment. What it holds, I guess not — but my light heart whispers me The jewel safety 's locked beneath its lid. First I must foil such devil's tricks as lurk In its gem-crusted cabinet.