But shall a time more fitting choose
Than this, the Sabbath of the Jews.
Would you offend them?'-

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Pray, deem me not ;-forgive me, pray ;-
We'll have our talk another day.'

Oh! that so sad a sun should rise!

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Away the ruthless traitor flies,

And leaves my throat beneath the knife:

When, just in time to save my life,

The plaintiff providentially

Happens my torturer to see;

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And drags him with Stentorian bawl—

'Whither now, caitiff?'-toward the hall;