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No outrage on our faith, when free
 To wreak their malice! Here they took
So base a method—plague o' me
 If I record it in my Book!

37.
"For, next day while the Farmer sat
 Laughing with Buti, in his shop,
At their successful joke,—rat-tat,—
 Door opens, and they're like to drop
Down to the floor as in there stalks
 A six-feet-high herculean-built
Young he-Jew with a beard that baulks
 Description. 'Help ere blood be spilt!