live upon the fat, and drink the sweet wines upon the lees, these good fathers of Jorvaulx. Ah, if an out-cast like me had such a home to go to, and such incomings by the year and by the month, I would pay much gold and silver to redeem my captivity."
"Hound of a Jew!" exclaimed the Prior, "no one knows better than thy own cursed self, that our holy house of God is indebted for the finishing of our chancel——"
"And for the storing of your cellars in the last season with the due allowance of Gascon wine," interrupted the Jew; "but that—that is small matters."
"Hear the infidel dog—-he jangles as if our holy community did come under debts for the wines we have a license to drink, propter necessitatem et ad frigus depellendum. The circumcised villain blasphemeth the holy church, and Christian men listen and rebuke him not!"
"All this helps nothing," said the leader.—"Isaac, pronounce what he may pay, without flaying both hide and hair."
