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Rh Until this hour to any man on earth, Tyrant, before thee I abase myself. If one red drop of human blood still flow In thy congealed veins, if thou e'er have known Touch of affection, the blind natural instinct Of common kindred, even beasts partake, Thou man of frozen stone, thou hollow statue, Grant me one prayer, that thou wilt look on her. Then shall the eyes of thy dead wife gaze back From out the maiden's orbs, then shall voice Within thine entrails, cry This is my child.

Enough! I pray you, my lord President, End this unseemly scene. This wretched Jew Would thruat& cackoo's egg within my nest. I have had timely warning. Send the twain Back to their poople, that the court's decree Be published unto all

Lord Tettenborn! Citizens! will you see this nameless crime Brand the clean earth, blacken the crystal heaven? Why, no man stirs ! God! with what thick strange fumes Hast thon, o' the sudden, brutalized their sense? Or am I mad? Is this already hell?