Look how their garments wave, their jewels shine,
When the smoke parts a bit. The tall flames dart.
Is not the fire real fire ? They fear it not.
VOICES WITHOUT.
Arise, oh house of Jacob. Let us walk
Within the light of the Almighty Lord !
Enter in furious haste Prince William and Noeu>mann.
PRINCE WILLIAM.
Respite ! You kill your daughter, Henry Schnetzen!
NORDMANN.
Liebhaid von Orb is your own flesh and blood.
SCHNETZEN.
Spectre ! do dead men rise ?
NORDMANN.
Yea, for revenge !
I swear. Lord Schnetzen, by my knightly honor.
She who is dancing yonder to her death,
Is thy wife's child !
[ScHKETZEN and Prince William make a rush forward towards the flames. Music ceases; a sound of crashing hoards is heard and a great cry — Hallelujah !
