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"
Meanwhile
,
stand
up
,
ye
Saxon
churls
,
"
said
the
fiery
Prince
;
"
for
,
by
the
light
of
Heaven
,
since
I
have
said
it
,
the
Jew
shall
have
his
seat
amongst
ye
!
"
"
By
no
means
,
an
it
please
your
Grace
!
--
it
is
not
fit
for
such
as
we
to
sit
with
the
rulers
of
the
land
,
"
said
the
Jew
;
whose
ambition
for
precedence
though
it
had
led
him
to
dispute
Place
with
the
extenuated
and
impoverished
descendant
of
the
line
of
Montdidier
,
by
no
means
stimulated
him
to
an
intrusion
upon
the
privileges
of
the
wealthy
Saxons
.
"
Up
,
infidel
dog
when
I
command
you
,
"
said
Prince
John
,
"
or
I
will
have
thy
swarthy
hide
stript
off
,
and
tanned
for
horse-furniture
.
"
Thus
urged
,
the
Jew
began
to
ascend
the
steep
and
narrow
steps
which
led
up
to
the
gallery
.
"
Let
me
see
,
"
said
the
Prince
,
"
who
dare
stop
him
,
"
fixing
his
eye
on
Cedric
,
whose
attitude
intimated
his
intention
to
hurl
the
Jew
down
headlong
.
The
catastrophe
was
prevented
by
the
clown
Wamba
,
who
,
springing
betwixt
his
master
and
Isaac
,
and
exclaiming
,
in
answer
to
the
Prince
's
defiance
,
"
Marry
,
that
will
I
!
"
opposed
to
the
beard
of
the
Jew
a
shield
of
brawn
,
which
he
plucked
from
beneath
his
cloak
,
and
with
which
,
doubtless
,
he
had
furnished
himself
,
lest
the
tournament
should
have
proved
longer
than
his
appetite
could
endure
abstinence
.
Finding
the
abomination
of
his
tribe
opposed
to
his
very
nose
,
while
the
Jester
,
at
the
same
time
,
flourished
his
wooden
sword
above
his
head
,
the
Jew
recoiled
,
missed
his
footing
,
and
rolled
down
the
steps
,
--
an
excellent
jest
to
the
spectators
,
who
set
up
a
loud
laughter
,
in
which
Prince
John
and
his
attendants
heartily
joined
.
"
Deal
me
the
prize
,
cousin
Prince
,
"
said
Wamba
;
"
I
have
vanquished
my
foe
in
fair
fight
with
sword
and
shield
,
"
he
added
,
brandishing
the
brawn
in
one
hand
and
the
wooden
sword
in
the
other
.
"
Who
,
and
what
art
thou
,
noble
champion
?
"
said
Prince
John
,
still
laughing
.
"
A
fool
by
right
of
descent
,
"
answered
the
Jester
;
"
I
am
Wamba
,
the
son
of
Witless
,
who
was
the
son
of
Weatherbrain
,
who
was
the
son
of
an
Alderman
.
"
"
Make
room
for
the
Jew
in
front
of
the
lower
ring
,
"
said
Prince
John
,
not
unwilling
perhaps
to
,
seize
an
apology
to
desist
from
his
original
purpose
;
"
to
place
the
vanquished
beside
the
victor
were
false
heraldry
.
"
