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THE DANCE TO DEATH.

[The doors of the Synagogue are burst open with tumultuous twise. Citizens and officers rush in,

CITIZENS.

Come forth! the sun sets. Come, the Council waits !
What! will ye teach your betters patience? Out!
The Governor is ready. Forth with you,
Curs ! serpents ! Judases ! The bonfire bums !
[Exeunt,

SCENE IV.

A Public Place. Crowds of Citizens assembled. On a platform are seated Dibtbich yon Tbttbnbobn and Henby SoHiocTZBN with Other Members of the Council,

1ST CITIZEN.

Here 's such a throng ! Neighbor, your elbow makes
An ill prod for my ribs.

2D CITIZEN.

I am pushed and squeezed.
My limbs are not mine own.

3D CITIZEN.

Look this way, wife.
They will come hence, — a pack of just-whipped curs.
I warrant you the stiff-necked brutes repent
To-day if ne'er before.

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