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168 Ay, my boy. Remember Uiat, and when you hear them come, I 'U lift you on my shoulders. Yon can fling Your pebbles with the rest. [Trumpets sound. The Jews ! the Jews !

Quick, father ! lift me ! I see nothing here But hose and skirts. [Music of a march approaching.

What mummery is this ? The sorcerers brew new mischief.

Why, they come Franked for a holiday ; not veiled for death. Insolent braggarts ! They defy the Christ !

Enter, in procession to music, the Jews, First, Rabbi Jacob — after him, sick people, carried on litters, then old men and women, followed promiscuously by men, women, and children of all ages. Some of the men carry gold and silver vessels, some the Bolls of the Law. One