"To the waiting-woman will I not stoop.

I have a prize among the captives as lovely as thine own." "By the mass, thou meanest the fair Jewess!" said De Bracy.
"And if I do," said Bois-Guilbert, "who shall gainsay me ?" "No one that I know," said De Bracy, "unless it be your vow of celibacy, or a cheek of conscience for an intrigue with a Jewess." "For my vow," said the Templar, "our Grand Master hath granted me a dispensation.

And for my conscience, a man that has slain three hundred Saracens, need not reckon up every little failing, like a village girl at her first confession upon Good Friday eve." "Thou knowest best thine own privileges," said De Bracy.

"Yet, I would have sworn thy thought had been more on the old usurer's money bags, than on the black eyes of the daughter." "I can admire both," answered the Templar; "besides, the old Jew is but half-prize.

I must share his spoils with Front-de-Boeuf, who will not lend us the use of his castle for nothing.