The iron-hearted Governor of Salza
Rides furious into Nordhaoseu ; his horse,
Spurred past endurance, drops before the gate.
The Council has been called to hear him read
The Landgrave's message, — all men say, 'tis death
Unto our race.
LIEBHAID.
Where is our father, Keuben ?
With Babbi Jacob. Through the streets they
Striving to quell the terror. Ab, too late !
Had he but heeded the prophetic voice,
This warning angel led to us in vain !
LIEBSAID.
Brother, be calm. Man your young heart to front
Whatever ills the Lord afflicts us with.
What does Prince William P Hastes he not to aid?
LIEBSAID.
None know his whereabouts. Some say he’s held
Imprisoned by the Landgrave. Others tell
While he was posting with deliverance
To Nordliausen, in bloody Schnetzen's wake,
