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 This is the curse of every evil deed, That, propagating still, it brings forth evil. J do not cheat my better soul with sophisms: I but perform my orders; the Emperor Prescribes my conduct to me. Dearest boy, Far better were it, doubtless, if we all Obey'd the heart at all times; but so doing, In this our present sojourn with bad men, We must abandon many an honest object. 'Tis now our call to serve the Emperor, By what means he can best be serv'd—the heart May whisper what it will—this is our call!

It seems a thing appointed, that to-day I should not comprehend, not understand thee. The Duke, thou say'st, did honestly pour out His heart to thee, but for an evil purpose; And thou dishonestly hast cheated him For a good purpose! Silence, I entreat thee— My friend thou stealest not from me— Let me not lose my father!

As yet thou know'st not all, my son. I have Yet somewhat to disclose to thee. (After a pause) Duke Friedland Hath made his preparations. He relies Upon his stars. He deems us unprovided, And thinks to fall upon us by surprize. Yea, in his dream of hope, he grasps already The golden circle in his hand. He errs. 4