For the vast widowed, orphaned host this deed
Burdens the state withal ?
PRIOR.
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.
PRINCE WILLIAM.
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.
