“And thou, who canst guess so truly,” said Brian de Bois-Guilbert, dropping the mantle from his face, “art no true daughter of Israel , but in all, save youth and beauty, a very witch of Endor . I am not an outlaw, then, fair rose of Sharon. And I am one who will be more prompt to hang thy neck and arms with pearls and diamonds, which so well become them, than to deprive thee of these ornaments.”

“What wouldst thou have of me,” said Rebecca, “if not my wealth?⁠—We can have nought in common between us⁠—you are a Christian⁠—I am a Jewess.⁠—Our union were contrary to the laws, alike of the church and the synagogue.”