the dishonourable couch of the licentious and savage Templar. Ichobad! Ichobad! the glory hath departed from my house."
"Friends," said the Chief, looking round, "the old man is but a Jew, natheless his grief touches me.—Deal uprightly with us, Isaac—will paying this ransom of a thousand crowns leave thee altogether pennyless?".
Isaac, recalled to think of his worldly goods, the love of which, by dint of inveterate habit, contended even with his parental affection, grew pale, stammered, and could not deny there might be some small surplus.
"Well—go to—what though there be," said the Outlaw, "we will not reckon with thee too closely. Without treasure thou may'st as well hope to redeem thy child from the clutches of Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert, as to shoot a stag-royal with a headless shaft—We will take thee at the same ransom with Prior Aymer, or rather at one hundred crowns lower, which hundred crowns shall be mine own peculiar loss; and so we shall avoid the heinous offence of rating a
