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"
Thou
be
's
t
a
hedge-priest
,
"
said
the
Prior
,
in
great
wrath
,
"
excommunicabo
vos
.
"
"
Thou
be
's
t
thyself
more
like
a
thief
and
a
heretic
,
"
said
the
Friar
,
equally
indignant
;
"
I
will
pouch
up
no
such
affront
before
my
parishioners
,
as
thou
thinkest
it
not
shame
to
put
upon
me
,
although
I
be
a
reverend
brother
to
thee
.
Ossa
ejus
perfringam
,
I
will
break
your
bones
,
as
the
Vulgate
hath
it
.
"
"
Hola
!
"
cried
the
Captain
,
"
come
the
reverend
brethren
to
such
terms
?
--
Keep
thine
assurance
of
peace
,
Friar
.
--
Prior
,
an
thou
hast
not
made
thy
peace
perfect
with
God
,
provoke
the
Friar
no
further
.
--
Hermit
,
let
the
reverend
father
depart
in
peace
,
as
a
ransomed
man
.
"
The
yeomen
separated
the
incensed
priests
,
who
continued
to
raise
their
voices
,
vituperating
each
other
in
bad
Latin
,
which
the
Prior
delivered
the
more
fluently
,
and
the
Hermit
with
the
greater
vehemence
.
The
Prior
at
length
recollected
himself
sufficiently
to
be
aware
that
he
was
compromising
his
dignity
,
by
squabbling
with
such
a
hedge-priest
as
the
Outlaw
's
chaplain
,
and
being
joined
by
his
attendants
,
rode
off
with
considerably
less
pomp
,
and
in
a
much
more
apostolical
condition
,
so
far
as
worldly
matters
were
concerned
,
than
he
had
exhibited
before
this
rencounter
.
It
remained
that
the
Jew
should
produce
some
security
for
the
ransom
which
he
was
to
pay
on
the
Prior
's
account
,
as
well
as
upon
his
own
.
He
gave
,
accordingly
,
an
order
sealed
with
his
signet
,
to
a
brother
of
his
tribe
at
York
,
requiring
him
to
pay
to
the
bearer
the
sum
of
a
thousand
crowns
,
and
to
deliver
certain
merchandises
specified
in
the
note
.
"
My
brother
Sheva
,
"
he
said
,
groaning
deeply
,
"
hath
the
key
of
my
warehouses
.
"
"
And
of
the
vaulted
chamber
,
"
whispered
Locksley
.
"
No
,
no
--
may
Heaven
forefend
!
"
said
Isaac
;
"
evil
is
the
hour
that
let
any
one
whomsoever
into
that
secret
!
"
"
It
is
safe
with
me
,
"
said
the
Outlaw
,
"
so
be
that
this
thy
scroll
produce
the
sum
therein
nominated
and
set
down
.
--
But
what
now
,
Isaac
?
art
dead
?
art
stupefied
?
hath
the
payment
of
a
thousand
crowns
put
thy
daughter
's
peril
out
of
thy
mind
?
"
