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"
By
Saint
Dunstan
,
"
said
the
Friar
,
"
I
found
him
where
I
sought
for
better
ware
!
I
did
step
into
the
cellarage
to
see
what
might
be
rescued
there
;
for
though
a
cup
of
burnt
wine
,
with
spice
,
be
an
evening
's
drought
for
an
emperor
,
it
were
waste
,
methought
,
to
let
so
much
good
liquor
be
mulled
at
once
;
and
I
had
caught
up
one
runlet
of
sack
,
and
was
coming
to
call
more
aid
among
these
lazy
knaves
,
who
are
ever
to
seek
when
a
good
deed
is
to
be
done
,
when
I
was
avised
of
a
strong
door
--
Aha
!
thought
I
,
here
is
the
choicest
juice
of
all
in
this
secret
crypt
;
and
the
knave
butler
,
being
disturbed
in
his
vocation
,
hath
left
the
key
in
the
door
--
In
therefore
I
went
,
and
found
just
nought
besides
a
commodity
of
rusted
chains
and
this
dog
of
a
Jew
,
who
presently
rendered
himself
my
prisoner
,
rescue
or
no
rescue
.
I
did
but
refresh
myself
after
the
fatigue
of
the
action
,
with
the
unbeliever
,
with
one
humming
cup
of
sack
,
and
was
proceeding
to
lead
forth
my
captive
,
when
,
crash
after
crash
,
as
with
wild
thunder-dint
and
levin-fire
,
down
toppled
the
masonry
of
an
outer
tower
,
(
marry
beshrew
their
hands
that
built
it
not
the
firmer
!
)
and
blocked
up
the
passage
.
The
roar
of
one
falling
tower
followed
another
--
I
gave
up
thought
of
life
;
and
deeming
it
a
dishonour
to
one
of
my
profession
to
pass
out
of
this
world
in
company
with
a
Jew
,
I
heaved
up
my
halberd
to
beat
his
brains
out
;
but
I
took
pity
on
his
grey
hairs
,
and
judged
it
better
to
lay
down
the
partisan
,
and
take
up
my
spiritual
weapon
for
his
conversion
.
And
truly
,
by
the
blessing
of
Saint
Dunstan
,
the
seed
has
been
sown
in
good
soil
;
only
that
,
with
speaking
to
him
of
mysteries
through
the
whole
night
,
and
being
in
a
manner
fasting
,
(
for
the
few
droughts
of
sack
which
I
sharpened
my
wits
with
were
not
worth
marking
,
)
my
head
is
well-nigh
dizzied
,
I
trow
.
--
But
I
was
clean
exhausted
.
--
Gilbert
and
Wibbald
know
in
what
state
they
found
me
--
quite
and
clean
exhausted
.
"
"
We
can
bear
witness
,
"
said
Gilbert
;
"
for
when
we
had
cleared
away
the
ruin
,
and
by
Saint
Dunstan
's
help
lighted
upon
the
dungeon
stair
,
we
found
the
runlet
of
sack
half
empty
,
the
Jew
half
dead
,
and
the
Friar
more
than
half
--
exhausted
,
as
he
calls
it
.
"
"
Ye
be
knaves
!
ye
lie
!
"
retorted
the
offended
Friar
;
"
it
was
you
and
your
gormandizing
companions
that
drank
up
the
sack
,
and
called
it
your
morning
draught
--
I
am
a
pagan
,
an
I
kept
it
not
for
the
Captain
's
own
throat
.
But
what
recks
it
?
The
Jew
is
converted
,
and
understands
all
I
have
told
him
,
very
nearly
,
if
not
altogether
,
as
well
as
myself
.
"
"
Jew
,
"
said
the
Captain
,
"
is
this
true
?
hast
thou
renounced
thine
unbelief
?
"
"
May
I
so
find
mercy
in
your
eyes
,
"
said
the
Jew
,
"
as
I
know
not
one
word
which
the
reverend
prelate
spake
to
me
all
this
fearful
night
.
Alas
!
I
was
so
distraught
with
agony
,
and
fear
,
and
grief
,
that
had
our
holy
father
Abraham
come
to
preach
to
me
,
he
had
found
but
a
deaf
listener
.
"
"
Thou
liest
,
Jew
,
and
thou
knowest
thou
dost
.
"
said
the
Friar
;
"
I
will
remind
thee
of
but
one
word
of
our
conference
--
thou
didst
promise
to
give
all
thy
substance
to
our
holy
Order
.
"
"
So
help
me
the
Promise
,
fair
sirs
,
"
said
Isaac
,
even
more
alarmed
than
before
,
"
as
no
such
sounds
ever
crossed
my
lips
!
Alas
!
I
am
an
aged
beggar
'd
man
--
I
fear
me
a
childless
--
have
ruth
on
me
,
and
let
me
go
!
"
"
Nay
,
"
said
the
Friar
,
"
if
thou
dost
retract
vows
made
in
favour
of
holy
Church
,
thou
must
do
penance
.
"
