He falls back dead. Confusion in the Synagogue.]

CLAIRE (from the gallery).
Father! My father!
Let me go down to him!

LIEBHAID.
Sweet girl, be patient.
This is the House of God, and He hath entered.
Bow we and pray.
[Meanwhile, some of the men surround and raise from the ground the
body of RABBI CRESSELIN. Several voices speaking at once.]

1ST VOICE.
He's doomed.

2D VOICE.
Dead! Dead!

3D VOICE.
A judgment!

4TH VOICE.
Make way there! Air! Carry him forth! He's warm!

3D VOICE.
Nay, his heart's stopped--his breath has ceased--quite dead.

5TH VOICE.
Didst mark a diamond lance flash from the roof,
And strike him 'twixt the eyes?

1ST VOICE.
Our days are numbered.
This is the token.

RABBI JACOB.
Lift the corpse and pray.
Shall we neglect God's due observances,
While He is manifest in miracle?
I saw a blaze seven times more bright than fire,
Crest, halo-wise, the patriarch's white head.
The dazzle stung my burning lids--they closed,
One instant--when they oped, the great blank cloud
Had settled on his countenance forever.*
Departed brother, mayest thou find the gates
Of heaven open, see the city of peace,
And meet the ministering angels, glad,
Hastening towards thee! May the High Priest stand
To greet and bless thee! Go thou to the end!
Repose in peace and rise again to life.
No more thy sun sets, neither wanes thy moon.
The Lord shall be thy everlasting light,
Thy days of mourning shall be at an end.
For you, my flock, fear nothing; it is writ
As one his mother comforteth, so I
Will comfort you and in Jerusalem
Ye shall be comforted. [Scene closes.]

*From this point to the end of the scene is a literal
translation of the Hebrew burial service.

SCENE III.

Evening. A crooked byway in the Judengasse. Enter PRINCE

WILLIAM.

PRINCE WILLIAM.
Cursed be these twisted lanes! I have missed the clue
Of the close labyrinth. Nowhere in sight,
Just when I lack it, a stray gaberdine
To pick me up my thread. Yet when I haste
Through these blind streets, unwishful to be spied,