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THE DANCE TO DEATH,
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NORDMANN.
Christ teach me whom to trust ! I would not spill
One drop from out this brimming glorious cup
For which my parched heart pants. I will consider.
PRIOR.
Pardon me now, if I break off our talk.
Let all rest as it stands until the dawn.
I have many orisons before the light.
NORDMANN.
Good-night, true friend. Devote a prayer to me.
(Aside.) I will outwit you, serpent, though you glide
Athwart the dark, noiseless and swift as fate.
[Exit.
SCENE II.
On the road to Nordhausen. Moonlit, rocky landscape.
On the right between high, white cliffs a narrow stream spanned by a wooden bridge. Thick bushes and trees.
Enter Prince William and Page.
PRINCE WILLIAM.
Is this the place where we shall find fresh steeds ?
Would I had not dismounted !
