[_Stepping to the centre._] But this I say to thee, thou haughty King, Go, go, in all thy grand forgetfulness! Thou deem'st thou'rt free now from my sister's power, Because the prick of its impression's dulled, And thou didst from thee cast what once enticed. But in the battle, when thy wavering ranks Are shaken by thy en'mies' greater might, And but a pure, and strong, and guiltless heart Is equal to the danger and its threat; When thou dost gaze upon deaf heav'n above, Then will the victim, sacrificed to thee, Appear before thy quailing, trembling soul-- Not in luxuriant fairness that enticed, But changed, distorted, as she pleased thee not-- Then, pentinent, perchance, thou'lt beat thy breast, And think upon the Jewess of Toledo! (_Seizing her father by the shoulder._) Come, father, come! A task awaits us there. [_Pointing to the side door._] ISAAC (_as though waking from sleep_). But first I'll seek my gold! ESTHER. Think'st still of that In sight of all this misery and woe! Then I unsay the curse which I have spoke, Then thou art guilty, too, and I--and she! We stand like them within the sinners' row; Pardon we, then, that God may pardon us! [_With arms outstretched toward the side door._] CURTAIN THE POOR MUSICIAN (1848) BY FRANZ GRILLPARZER TRANSLATED BY ALFRED REMY, A.M. Professor of Modern Languages, Brooklyn Commercial High School In Vienna the Sunday after the full moon in the month of July of every year is, together with the following day, a real festival of the people, if ever a festival deserved the name. The people themselves attend and arrange it; and if representatives of the upper classes appear on this occasion, they may do so only in their capacity as members of the populace. There is no possibility of class discrimination; at least there was none some years ago.