The Principal Jews
And we have manuscripts in peacock styles
By Ali of Damascus; we have swords
Engraved with storks and apes and crocodiles,
And heavy beaten necklaces, for Lords.
The Master of the Caravan
But you are nothing but a lot of Jews.
The Principal Jews
Sir, even dogs have daylight, and we pay.
The Master of the Caravan
But who are ye in rags and rotten shoes,
You dirty-bearded, blocking up the way?
The Pilgrims
We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
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