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Rh He says, you are never in earnest in your speeches, That you decoy the Swedes—to make fools of them, Will league yourself with Saxony against them, And at last make yourself a riddance of them With a paltry sum of money.

So then, doubtless, Yes, doubtless, this same modest Swede expects That I shall yield him some fair German tract For his prey and booty, that ourselves at last On our own soil and native territory, May be no longer our own lords and masters! An excellent scheme!—No, no! They must be off, Off, off! away!—we want no such neighbours.

Nay, yield them up that dot, that speck of land— It goes not from your portion. If you win The game, what matters it to you who pays it?

Off with them, off! Thou understand'st not this. Never shall it be said of me, I parcell'd My native land away, dismember'd Germany, Betray'd it to a foreigner, in order To come with stealthy tread, and filch away My own share of the plunder.—Never! never!— No foreign power shall strike root in the empire, And least of all, these Goths! these hunger-wolves! Who send such envious, hot and greedy glances T'wards the rich blessings of our German lands! I'll