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Dost
thou
think
that
I
,
who
have
seen
a
town
sacked
,
in
which
thousands
of
my
Christian
countrymen
perished
by
sword
,
by
flood
,
and
by
fire
,
will
blench
from
my
purpose
for
the
outcries
or
screams
of
one
single
wretched
Jew
?
--
or
thinkest
thou
that
these
swarthy
slaves
,
who
have
neither
law
,
country
,
nor
conscience
,
but
their
master
's
will
--
who
use
the
poison
,
or
the
stake
,
or
the
poniard
,
or
the
cord
,
at
his
slightest
wink
--
thinkest
thou
that
THEY
will
have
mercy
,
who
do
not
even
understand
the
language
in
which
it
is
asked
?
--
Be
wise
,
old
man
;
discharge
thyself
of
a
portion
of
thy
superfluous
wealth
;
repay
to
the
hands
of
a
Christian
a
part
of
what
thou
hast
acquired
by
the
usury
thou
hast
practised
on
those
of
his
religion
.
Thy
cunning
may
soon
swell
out
once
more
thy
shrivelled
purse
,
but
neither
leech
nor
medicine
can
restore
thy
scorched
hide
and
flesh
wert
thou
once
stretched
on
these
bars
.
Tell
down
thy
ransom
,
I
say
,
and
rejoice
that
at
such
rate
thou
canst
redeem
thee
from
a
dungeon
,
the
secrets
of
which
few
have
returned
to
tell
.
I
waste
no
more
words
with
thee
--
choose
between
thy
dross
and
thy
flesh
and
blood
,
and
as
thou
choosest
,
so
shall
it
be
.
"
"
So
may
Abraham
,
Jacob
,
and
all
the
fathers
of
our
people
assist
me
,
"
said
Isaac
,
"
I
can
not
make
the
choice
,
because
I
have
not
the
means
of
satisfying
your
exorbitant
demand
!
"
"
Seize
him
and
strip
him
,
slaves
,
"
said
the
knight
,
"
and
let
the
fathers
of
his
race
assist
him
if
they
can
.
"
The
assistants
,
taking
their
directions
more
from
the
Baron
's
eye
and
his
hand
than
his
tongue
,
once
more
stepped
forward
,
laid
hands
on
the
unfortunate
Isaac
,
plucked
him
up
from
the
ground
,
and
,
holding
him
between
them
,
waited
the
hard-hearted
Baron
's
farther
signal
.
The
unhappy
Jew
eyed
their
countenances
and
that
of
Front-de-Boeuf
,
in
hope
of
discovering
some
symptoms
of
relenting
;
but
that
of
the
Baron
exhibited
the
same
cold
,
half-sullen
,
half-sarcastic
smile
which
had
been
the
prelude
to
his
cruelty
;
and
the
savage
eyes
of
the
Saracens
,
rolling
gloomily
under
their
dark
brows
,
acquiring
a
yet
more
sinister
expression
by
the
whiteness
of
the
circle
which
surrounds
the
pupil
,
evinced
rather
the
secret
pleasure
which
they
expected
from
the
approaching
scene
,
than
any
reluctance
to
be
its
directors
or
agents
.
The
Jew
then
looked
at
the
glowing
furnace
,
over
which
he
was
presently
to
be
stretched
,
and
seeing
no
chance
of
his
tormentor
's
relenting
,
his
resolution
gave
way
.
"
I
will
pay
,
"
he
said
,
"
the
thousand
pounds
of
silver
--
That
is
,
"
he
added
,
after
a
moment
's
pause
,
"
I
will
pay
it
with
the
help
of
my
brethren
;
for
I
must
beg
as
a
mendicant
at
the
door
of
our
synagogue
ere
I
make
up
so
unheard-of
a
sum
.
--
When
and
where
must
it
be
delivered
?
"
"
Here
,
"
replied
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
here
it
must
be
delivered
--
weighed
it
must
be
--
weighed
and
told
down
on
this
very
dungeon
floor
.
--
Thinkest
thou
I
will
part
with
thee
until
thy
ransom
is
secure
?
"
"
And
what
is
to
be
my
surety
,
"
said
the
Jew
,
"
that
I
shall
be
at
liberty
after
this
ransom
is
paid
?
"
"
The
word
of
a
Norman
noble
,
thou
pawn-broking
slave
,
"
answered
Front-de-Boeuf
;
"
the
faith
of
a
Norman
nobleman
,
more
pure
than
the
gold
and
silver
of
thee
and
all
thy
tribe
.
"
"
I
crave
pardon
,
noble
lord
,
"
said
Isaac
timidly
,
"
but
wherefore
should
I
rely
wholly
on
the
word
of
one
who
will
trust
nothing
to
mine
?
"
