In their hands fallen, thus cut off from our homes,
’Twere cruel to be tortured for the faith.
Za. They are worthless dogs.
Al.Alas! is all my teaching
So cast away upon thy boorish soul?
Pity makes brethren of our enemies.
Za. Forgive me, lady; I spoke in haste; and yet—
I would that thou couldst think as I.
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Al.Indeed,