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148 My daughter Lieblaid, she is none of mine ! She is a Christian ! Just as I foretold ! The wretches will forswear the sacred'st ties, Cringing for life. Serpents, ye all shall die. So wills the Landgrave ; so the coart affirms. Your daughter shall be first, whose wanton arts Have brought destruction on a princely house. My lord, be moved. You kill your flesh and blood. By Adonai I swear, your d3ring wife Entrusted to these arms her child. 'T was I Carried your infant from your burning home. Lord Schnetzen, will you murder your own child? Ha, excellent ! I was awaiting this. Thou wilt inoculate our knightly veins "With thy corrupted Jewish blood. Thou *lt foist This adder on my bosom. Henry Schnetzen Is no weak dupe, whom every lie may start. Make ready, Jew, for death — and warn thy tribe. Is there a God in heaven ? I who ne'er knelt