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you, body and soul, to all eternity!—Out of my sight, you monster!—never be seen in my troop again! (The band begin to murmur.) What! you murmur, do ye!—Who dares to murmur, when I command?—Out of my sight, I say, Sir!—There are others among you who are ripe for my indignation.—Spiegelberg, I know you—It won't be long e'er I call over the roll, and I'll make such a muster as shall make you all tremble.

(Alone, walking backwards and forewards in great agitation.) Hear it not, O God of vengeance! Am I to blame for this? Art thou to blame, O Father of Heaven! when the instruments of thy wrath, the pestilence, flood, and famine, overwhelm at once the righteous and the guilty? Who can command the flames to stay their course, to destroy only the noxious vermin, and spare the fertile field?—Poor fool! O shame! hast thou then presumptuously dared to wield Jove's thunder, and with thy aimless arm to let the Titan 'scape, while the poor pigmy suffers.—Go, slave! 'tis not for thee to wield the sword of the Most High! Behold thy first essay!—Here then I renounce the rash design—hence! let me seek some