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 They will be nothing further—spare them! I Am not in that collected mood at present, That I could listen to them quietly.

The deeper cause thou hast to hate this light, The more impatient cause have I, my son, To force it on thee. To the innocence And wisdom of thy heart I could have trusted thee With calm assurance—but I see the net Preparing—and it is thy heart itself Alarms me for thine innocence—that secret, (fixing his eyes stedfastly on his son's face) Which thou concealest, forces mine from me. (Max. attempts to answer, but hesitates, and casts his eyes to the ground embarrassed.)

Know, then, they are duping thee!—a most foul game With thee and with us all—nay, hear me calmly— The Duke even now is playing. He assumes The mask, as if he would forsake the army; And in this moment makes he preparations That army from the Emperor—to steal, And carry it over to the enemy!

That low Priest's legend I know well, but did not Expect to hear it from thy mouth.

That mouth, From which thou hear'st it at this present moment, Doth warrant thee that it is no Priest's legend.