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Scene I.] THE VARANGIAN. 333
The second, far more odious, he flung off,
Making his ten poor concubines ail widows.
BEN-ZADOC.
2 I mean his horn of power ( 9)
TOBIAS.
What,
that with which
He gored to death the Hittite, brave Uriah,
Having
first made him horned like himself ?
BEN-ZADOC.
Speak thou not thus irreverently, Tobias.
But I would say, how it doth make me glad
That those who fall at night-time in the nets
Of our far-roaming prowlers
TOBIAS.
O, my lordj
Believe me, we have tarried here too long.
The village which last night they burnt to ashes,
The flames whereof glared redly o'er these woods,
May lead to a discovery.
BEN-ZADOC.
Heed thou not :
To-morrow will we journey to the west.
Trouble encompasseth this land, where Death
Steeps his white ribs in blood. Then let who may
Become our spoil, suspicion ever falls
On Norman or on Saxon, each believing
His hidden foe hath unawares surprised
And cut the captive off; whilst we pass on
Unnoticed and unscathed.
TOBIAS.
Abraham protect
His injured race ! Let any who are caught
But once escape, or from their stubborn necks