CHORUS OF BAPTIZED JEWS. Ye ropes and daggers, ye clubs and bills, the works of our hands, ye wilt go forth to destroy them! The people will kill the nobles upon the plains, will hang them in the forests, and then, having none to defend them, we will kill and hang the people! The Despised will arise in their anger, will array themselves in the might of Jehovah: His Word is Redemption and Love for His people Israel, but scorn and fury for their enemies! Let us thrice spew them forth to destruction: threefold curses fall upon them! * * * * * A tent. A profusion of flasks, cups, and flagons. Pancratius alone. PANCRATIUS. The mob howled in applause but a moment ago, shouted in loud hurrahs at every word I uttered. But is there a single man among them all who really understands my ideas, or who comprehends the end and aim of that path upon which we have entered, or where the reforms will terminate which have been so loudly inaugurated within the last hour? 'Ah! fervidum imitatorum pecus!' Enter Leonard and the Baptized Jew. Do you know Count Henry? THE BAPTIZED. I know him well by sight, great citizen, but I am not personally acquainted with him. I remember once when I was approaching the Lord's Supper, he cried to me, '_Out of the way!_' and looked down upon me with the arrogant look peculiar to the nobles--for which I vowed him a rope in my soul. PANCRATIUS. Prepare to visit him early to-morrow morning, and announce to him that it is my wish to confer with him alone. THE BAPTIZED. How many men will you send with me on this embassy? I do not think it would be safe to undertake it without a guard. PANCRATIUS. You must go alone, my name will be sufficient guard, and the gallows on which you hung the baron yesterday, your shield. THE BAPTIZED. Woe is me! PANCRATIUS. Tell him I will visit him to-morrow night. THE BAPTIZED. And if he should put me in chains or order me to be hung? PANCRATIUS. You would die a martyr for the freedom of the people! THE BAPTIZED. I will sacrifice all for the freedom of the people.--(_Aside_.) Woe is me!--(_Aloud._) Good night, citizen. Exit the Baptized. LEONARD. Pancratius, why this delay, these half measures, these contracts, this strange interview? When I swore to honor and obey you, it was because I believed you to be a hero of extremes, an eagle flying even in the face of the sun directly to its aim; a brave man ready to venture all upon the cast of a die. PANCRATIUS. Silence, child! LEONARD. Everything is ready; the baptized Jews have forged arms and woven ropes; the masses clamor for immediate orders. Speak but the word now, and the electric sparks will fly, the millions flash into forked lightnings, kindle into flame, and consume our enemies! PANCRATIUS. You are young, and the blood mounts rapidly into your brain; but will the hour of combat find you more resolute than myself?