RABBI JACOB. Bring from the Ark the bell-fringed, silken-bound Scrolls of the Law. Gather the silver vessels, Dismantle the rich curtains of the doors, Bring the Perpetual Lamp; all these shall burn, For Israel's light is darkened, Israel's Law Profaned by strangers. Thus the Lord hath said:* "The weapon formed against thee shall not prosper, The tongue that shall contend with thee in judgment, Thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage Of the Lord's servants and their righteousness. For thou shalt come to peoples yet unborn, Declaring that which He hath done. Amen!" *Conclusion of service for Day of Atonement. [The doors of the Synagogue are burst open with tumultuous noise. Citizens and officers rush in.] CITIZENS. Come forth! the sun sets. Come, the Council waits! What! will ye teach your betters patience? Out! The Governor is ready. Forth with you, Curs! serpents! Judases! The bonfire burns! [Exeunt.] SCENE IV. A Public Place. Crowds of Citizens assembled. On a platform are seated DIETRICH VON TETTENBORN and HENRY SCHNETZEN with other Members of the Council. 1ST CITIZEN. Here's such a throng! Neighbor, your elbow makes An ill prod for my ribs. 2D CITIZEN. I am pushed and squeezed. My limbs are not mine own. 3D CITIZEN. Look this way, wife. They will come hence,--a pack of just-whipped curs. I warrant you the stiff-necked brutes repent To-day if ne'er before. WIFE. I am all a-quiver. I have seen monstrous sights,--an uncaged wolf, The corpse of one sucked by a vampyre, The widow Kupfen's malformed child--but never Until this hour, a Jew. 3D CITIZEN. D' ye call me Jew? Where do you spy one now? WIFE. You'll have your jest Now or anon, what matters it? 4TH CITIZEN. Well, I Have seen a Jew, and seen one burn at that; Hard by in Wartburg; he had killed a child. Zounds! how the serpent wriggled! I smell now The roasting, stinking flesh! BOY. Father, be these The folk who murdered Jesus? 4TH CITIZEN. Ay, my boy. Remember that, and when you hear them come, I'll lift you on my shoulders. You can fling Your pebbles with the rest. [Trumpets sound.] CITIZENS. The Jews! the Jews! BOY. Quick, father! lift me! I see nothing here But hose and skirts. [Music of a march approaching.] CITIZENS. What mummery is this? The sorcerers brew new mischief. ANOTHER CITIZEN. Why, they come Pranked for a holiday; not veiled for death. ANOTHER CITIZEN. Insolent braggarts! They defy the Christ!