Father, my heart's desire is one with his.

Is this the will of God ? Amen ! My children,
Be patient with me, I am full of trouble.
For you, heroic Prince, could aught enhance
Tour love's incomparable nobility,
'T were the foreboding horror of this hour.
Wherein you dare flash forth its lightning-sword.
Tou reckon not, in the hot, splendid moment
Of great resolve, the cold insidious breath
Wherewith the outer world shall blast and freeze —
But hark ! I own a mystic amulet.
Which you delivering to your gracious father.
Shall calm his rage withal, and change his scorn
Of the Jew's daughter into pure affection.
I will go fetch it — though I drain my heart
Of its red blood, to yield this sacrifice.

Have you no smile to welcome love with, liebhaid?
Why should you tremble ?

Prince, I am afraid !
Afraid of my own heart, my anf athomed joy,