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      My Jesus! persecute—

            Aye, persecute.

      Observe then, I henceforward will not see,

      Not hear you, nor be minded of a deed

      Over and over, which I did unthinking,

      And which, when thought about, I wonder at.

      I wish not to repent it; but, remember,

      Should the like accident occur again,

      ’Twill be your fault if I proceed more coolly,

      Ask a few questions, and let burn what’s burning.

      My God forbid!

         From this day forth, good woman,

      Do me at least the favour not to know me:

      I beg it of you; and don’t send the father.

      A Jew’s a Jew, and I am rude and bearish.

      The image of the maid is quite erased

      Out of my soul—if it was ever there—

      But yours remains with her.

         Why so—what then—

      Wherefore give harbour to it?—

         Who knows wherefore?

      Men are not always what they seem to be.

      They’re seldom better than they seem to be.

      Ben’t in this hurry.

         Pray, forbear to make

      These palm-trees odious.  I have loved to walk here.

      Farewell then, bear.  Yet I must track the savage.

      Wherefore so absent, brother?  How you play!

      Not well?  I thought—

         Yes; very well for me,

      Take back that move.

         Why?

            Don’t you see the knight

      Becomes exposed?

         ’Tis true: then so.

            And so

      I take the pawn.

         That’s true again.  Then, check!

      That cannot help you.  When my king is castled

      All will be safe.

         But out of my dilemma

      ’Tis not so easy to escape unhurt.

      Well, you must have the knight.

            I will not have him,

      I pass him by.

         In that, there’s no forbearance:

      The place is better than the piece.

            Maybe.

      Beware you reckon not without your host:

      This stroke you did not think of.

            No, indeed;

      I did not think you tired of your queen.

      My queen?

         Well, well!  I find that I to-day

      Shall earn a thousand dinars to an asper.

      How so, my sister?

         Play the ignorant—

      As if it were not purposely thou losest.

      I find not my account in ’t; for, besides

      That such a game yields very little pastime,

      When have I not, by losing, won with thee?

      When hast thou not, by way of comfort to me

      For my lost game, presented twice the stake?

      So that it may have been on purpose, sister,

      That thou hast lost at times.

            At least, my brother’s

      Great liberality may be one cause

      Why I improve no faster.

         We forget

      The game before us: lot us make an end of it.

      I move—so—now then—check! and check again!

      This countercheck I wasn’t aware of, Sittah;

      My queen must fall the sacrifice.

            Let’s see—

      Could it be helped?

         No, no, take off the queen!

      That is a piece which never thrives with me.

      Only that piece?

            Off with it!  I shan’t miss it.

      Thus I guard all again.

            How civilly

      We should behave to queens, my brother’s lessons

      Have taught me but too well.

            Take her, or not,

      I stir the piece no more.

         Why should I take her?

      Check!

         Go

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