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114 For the vast widowed, orphaned host this deed Burdens the state withal ? Oh excellent ! This is the crown of folly, topping all ! Forgive me, Prince, when I gain breath to point Your comic blunder, you will laugh with me. Patience — I '11 draw my chin as long as yours. Well, 't was my fault — one should be accurate — Jews, said I ? when I meant Jews, Jewesses, And Jewlings ! all betwixt the age Of twenty-four hours, and of five score years. Of either sex, of every known degree, All the contaminating vermin purged With one clean, searching blast of wholesome fire. Christ, disgraced, insulted ! Horrible man. Remembered be your laugh in lowest hell, Dragging you to the nether pit I Forgive me ; You are my friend — take me from here — unbolt Those iron doors — I '11 crawl upon my knees Unto my father — I have much to tell him. For but the freedom of one hour, sweet Prior, I’ll brim the vessels of the Church with gold.